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    I've got a knack for fucking everything up
    My temper flies, and I get myself all wound up
    My fuse is short, and my blood pressure is high
    I lose control, and I get myself all wound up
    Tension mounts, and I fly off the wall
    I self-destruct, and I get myself all wound up
    Petulance and irritation set in
    I throw a tantrum, and I get myself all wound up

    I lose myself, and I'm all wound up
    I hate myself, and I'm all wound up
    Loss of control, and I'm all wound up
    I lose myself, and I'm all wound up
    Shuh!

    Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back
    Stuck in a rut, and I get myself all wound up
    Killed my composure, it'll never come back
    Loss of control, and I get myself all wound up
    Blown out of proportion again
    My temper snaps, and I get myself all wound up
    Spontaneous combustion, panic attack
    I slipped a gear, and I get myself all wound up

    I lose myself, and I'm all wound up
    Well I'm afraid now that I'm all wound up
    I hate myself, and I'm all wound up
    I like myself, and I'm all wound up
    Shuh!

    I've got a knack for fucking everything up
    My temper flies, and I get myself all wound up
    My fuse is short, and my blood pressure is high
    I lose control, and I get myself all wound up
    Tension mounts, and I fly off the wall
    I'm on the run, and I get myself all wound up
    Petulance and irritation set in
    I throw a tantrum, and I get myself all wound up

    I lose myself, and I'm all wound up
    Loss of control, and I'm all wound up
    Panic attack, and I'm all wound up
    Well I got fed up, and I'm all wound up
    Shuh!

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