Bottle It Up

I'm not swimmin' in the money
 But at least I'm sleepin' every night
 Why does life get so boring?
 And does it ever start to feel right?
 Am I too proud to say I'm sorry?
 My empathy hides in disguise
 So sometimes I just force a smile
 So I can escape
 I can get out instead of try
 So I'll just bottle it up
 Save it for a night on the weekend
 When I can't get enough
 Cut the flowers down to the stems
 We can spiral all the way down
 Then pull each other back to life
 So I'll just bottle it up
 Save it for a night on the weekend
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 But I kinda like it in a low-key
 Siamese arms in a fight
 We only know where the beat is
 When, we tap our feet on time
 Don't expect that you'll find it
 Ever again if you stop
 They say it's all about the rhythm
 But, I'm everywhere that it's not
 So I'll just bottle it up
 Save it for a night on the weekend
 When I can't get enough
 Cut the flowers down to the stems
 We can spiral all the way down
 Then pull each other back to life
 So I'll just bottle it up
 Save it for a night on the weekend
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 So I'll just bottle it up
 Save it for a night on the weekend
 When I can't get enough
 Cut the flowers down to the stems
 We can spiral all the way down
 Then pull each other back to life
 So I'll just bottle it up
 Save it for a night on the weekend