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Lyrics:
Problem Solution
Tell me what’s wrong with my brain
Does it like to be stuck in the drain
Swimming til I’m going insane
Or do you want to sit there and complain
Oh, tell me what’s wrong with my mind
Does it take me to a place unkind
Chasing something that I won’t find
Or does it want to sit there and rewind
Well they say follow your heart
But it’s confused about everything
Does it hide from the truth til there’s only proof of what a heart ache brings
What’s wrong with my heart
Tell me what’s wrong with your heart
Was it cold and beaten from the start
Did it grow old or did it just get smart
Or did you just tear it apart
Whoa, tell me what’s wrong with my songs
What happens when I don’t see along
When the words and the chords just come out wrong
Where the hell do you belong
They say follow your heart
But it’s confused about everything
Does it hide from the truth til there’s only proof of what heart ache brings
What’s wrong with your heart
Cause nothings gonna change
Nothings gonna come and fix it all I fell for it’s all my fault
Nothing’s gonna change
Nothing’s gonna come and break your fall
Cause life is gonna break your balls
It’s a new day
One more chance to step in the light
The sun is out
Feel what it’s all about
Well they come and go
Highs and lows leap to the dark and light of my mind
But they’re so sincere
Triumph and fear
Coursing, forcing their might
You can’t live this life straight
So get high, get gone
I think it’s a little too late
To be moving on
No one is really to say
What’s right, what’s wrong
So let’s just get through the day
Maybe a new way
To get more fists for the fight
Fight or flight I rechecked the meter but the meter was right
When the dance is done
And still nobody won
No ribbon, no paradise
Just bums and bills and bad advice
But at least you took the time to take the transcendental ticket to ride
I can’t live this life straight
I get high, I get gone
I think it’s a little too late
To be moving on
Who is really ever to say
What’s right, what’s wrong
So let’s just get through the day

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