I keep getting hung up on stupid things

I think I need a distraction

I keep getting strung up with broken strings

I think I need a distraction

Coach says I’m slower than last year

I hide behind guitars all the time

The lucky ones are all born in September

Is it too late to change my sign

I keep getting hung up on stupid things

I think I need a distraction

I keep getting flung up on Cupid’s wings

I need a piece of the action

Oh yeah

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