Me and My Big Ideas

Me and my big ideas
 Won't wash away your tears
 No one else seems to mind
 That I'm not that kind
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 Go get a volunteer
 We'll pay him well my dear
 He will see inside your mind
 Because he is that kind
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 It's a southern kind of heat
 The shadows crack and start to creep
 Conversation drags its feet
 I wish we'd both been more discreet
 Like light thats caught between night and day
 You're stuck between me and my
 Me and my big ideas
 Won't wash away your tears
 So many strings to your bow
 Why not let one go
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 Well they love you when you're weak
 Bet they hate you to see this winning streak
 It's that thing we call control
 There's a deep frustration in their souls
 Black thoughts
 That are stuck between someone's ears
 Like me and my big idea
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 So many strings to your bow
 Why not let one go
 In a way this dream is over
 Blown away our four leaf clover
 There's no reason why
 There's just me and my
 
 Me and my big ideas
 Won't wash away your tears
 No one else seems to mind
 That I'm not that kind