You might think you're cursed but what's so much worse
Is the knowledge that you are
When you're cursed with a love that is buried so deep
That you can't dig it out of you
When your crystal ball is a tiring wall
And the road is a dark book end
You know what remains is what needs maintain
But your temper is not your friend
Take it easy on me now my brothers
Take it easy on me now my brothers
Well their games are driving you up the wall
And they're wearing you like a crown
But you're jar trapped bees and it's plain to see
That you can't tell what's up or down
Take it easy on me now my brothers
Take it easy on me now my brothers
Well it's no surprise in those steel blue eyes
I can still see some flecks of fear
But you've grown up fast, so forget the past
And just hurry yourself from here
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