Local Man Ruins Everything taby ukulele według The Wonder Years

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  The fountain was off. 
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This is the first time I've been back to the city in months.
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I'm trying to hold it together but irony's found cracks in the foundation. 
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  And you know, 
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I try so hard to be some great white hope 
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But I can't shake the feeling that tonight I'm gonna end up shaking in bed
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alone. 

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  I'm not a self-help book; I'm just a fucked up kid. 
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I had to take my own advice and I did. 
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Now I'm waiting for it to sink in. 
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  Expect me standing tall, back against the wall, 
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'Cause what I learned was 
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   It's not about forcing happiness; 
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It's about not letting the sadness win. 

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I don't have roses in the closet 
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But I've got pictures in a drawer 
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It's everything left in me 
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Not to stare at them anymore. 
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I walked upstairs and shaved my beard. 
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I felt like I was holding sadness here
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(I was holding sadness here)

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  I'm not a self-help book; I'm just a fucked up kid. 
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I had to take my own advice and I did. 
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Now I'm waiting for it to sink in. 
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  Expect me standing tall, back against the wall, 
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'Cause what I learned was 
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   It's not about forcing happiness; 
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It's about not letting the sadness win. 

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I don't have roses in the closet 
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But I've got pictures in a drawer 
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It's everything left in me 
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Not to stare at them anymore. 

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  I'm not a self-help book; I'm just a fucked up kid. 
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I had to take my own advice and I did. 
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I'm not a self-help book; I'm just a fucked up kid. 
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I had to take my own advice and I did.

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