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You Got You're Woody Allen In My Gerard Butler Lyrics

And I'm waking up again
Talk to the hand 'cause spinning is my head
I'm asking questions and I'm
Cleaning out my soul

Because growing up was just practice
It's the life thereafter that's the test
Jesus Christ don't tell my this
I'm praying that I will not be missed

(Chorus)
It's about structure
It's about getting where I need to be
I'm fighting for this everyday
My mind's in the gutter and it's telling me to stay
It's about structure
It's about knowing where I need to be
This is who I am today
I pray tomorrow I will be the same

The framing in my house is fucked
I wish I'd say it's just bad luck
Can't even blame it on the boogie
Doing all this to myself
Make my life a living hell
Help me find my way
The concrete's cracking and it's fucking up my day

(Chorus)

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