(Paul Waaktaar-Savoy)

      I used to be so sensible on my own
      Now I'm so sensitive it's a joke
      I'm getting by on decibels like a [bad word] 
      And greet every brand
      New day with a [bad word] 

      I'm barely hanging on
      I'm barely hanging on
      I'm barely hanging on
      I'm barely hanging on

      I used to be [bad word] in a suit
      Almost presentable next to you
      I used to be so confident in a crowd
      Now I can't say my own name aloud

      I'm barely hanging on
      I'm barely hanging on
      I'm barely hanging on
      I'm barely hanging on

      And now I guess you're
      Wondering why
      We never could see eye to eye
      Oh but never mind
      And now I guess it's hard to see
      What has gotten into me
      Oh but never mind
      Oh but never mind
      Oh but never mind

      I'm barely hanging on
      I'm barely hanging on
      I'm barely hanging on
      I'm barely hanging on
      Yeah
      I'm barely hanging on
      I'm barely hanging on

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