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Excuse me, I'm not going to work today The weather is just too frightening, 78 with a chance of rain I'm sorry, you can see me walking away I've rejected all my fears and failures, looks like they're catching up with me Don't you tell me things will change I've been playin those games since my middle school day It's time me fought back against our woes, I see my old sandbox and it looks like home Excuse me, here's a penny for your thoughts, if you're thinking you aren't special, or if they're telling you you're not I'm sorry, you're inner critic is the worst, a self absorbed aggravating maniac, but at least he's not a jerk I remember that day in the parking lot, we were both in 6th grade but you got shot, with a fist to the face, that bully sent you flying, I yelled stop, and he was sent home crying, you told me that you would be fine, and from that day on I knew you were lying