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What's Wrong with You?
by Seth Timbs
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Whatʼs Wrong With You?
I canʼt blame anyone for this mess
i need to get myself away to some emergency sunshine address but all the symptoms would just follow me
all the symptoms are on repeat, repeat, repeat
Iʼve got a troubled mind and a trembling hand and they donʼt make the best advisors
take a minute boy, get your bearings
take a hold boy, grip the railing
and hang your foolish head to the floor
you know youʼve felt half dead like this before but you still donʼt know whats wrong with you
i drove myself to the party
and Iʼm taking myself home
and i wonʼt say goodbye before i go
Wait a minute boy, be polite
would it kill you? yeah, i think it might tonight, tonight, tonight
Iʼve got this troubled mind
and Iʼve got this empty hand
and now iʼm worried that theyʼre playing with fire Take a weekend, hell, take a week
Take the rest of the month to get back on your feet Donʼt hang your foolish head anymore
you know its not as bad as its been before
but you still donʼt know whatʼs wrong with you
yes, you still donʼt know whatʼs wrong with you.
Whatʼs Wrong With You?
I canʼt blame anyone for this mess
i need to get myself away to some emergency sunshine address but all the symptoms would just follow me
all the symptoms are on repeat, repeat, repeat
Iʼve got a troubled mind and a trembling hand and they donʼt make the best advisors
take a minute boy, get your bearings
take a hold boy, grip the railing
and hang your foolish head to the floor
you know youʼve felt half dead like this before but you still donʼt know whats wrong with you
i drove myself to the party
and Iʼm taking myself home
and i wonʼt say goodbye before i go
Wait a minute boy, be polite
would it kill you? yeah, i think it might tonight, tonight, tonight
Iʼve got this troubled mind
and Iʼve got this empty hand
and now iʼm worried that theyʼre playing with fire Take a weekend, hell, take a week
Take the rest of the month to get back on your feet Donʼt hang your foolish head anymore
you know its not as bad as its been before
but you still donʼt know whatʼs wrong with you
yes, you still donʼt know whatʼs wrong with you.
