I go to extremes

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                  {intro} 
 
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  Call me a joker,   call me a fool.    Right at this moment I'm totally 
cool. 
 
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Clear as a crystal, sharp as a knife.  I feel like I'm in the prime of my 
life. 
 
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Sometimes it feels like I'm going 2 fast/I don't know how long this feeling 
will last. 
 
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   Maybe it's only tonite.   Darling I  don't know why     I go to ex- 
 
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    tremes.                    Too high or too low there ain't no in be- 
 
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   weens.                    And if I    stand or I        fall, 
 
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    it's all or nothing at all. Darling I don't know why     I go to ex- 
 
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   tremes.                            Sometimes I'm tired, sometimes I'm 
shot. 
 
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Sometimes I don't know how much more I've got/Maybe I'm headed over the 
hill. 
 
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Maybe I've set myself up for the kill. Tell me how much do u think u can 
take. 
 
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until the heart in u is starting to break?/Sometimes it feels like it will. 
Darling, I 
 
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   don't know why       I go to      extremes.                   Too high or 
 
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 too low there         ain't now     in-betweens.               You can be 
 
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 sure         when I'm gone,             I won't be out there too long. 
Darling, 
 
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 I don't know why       I go to       extremes. 
 
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    Out of the darkness, into the light, leaving the scene of the crime. 
 
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   Either I'm wrong or I'm perfectly right every time. 
 
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    Sometimes I lie awake night after night, coming apart at the seams. 
 
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    Eager to please, ready to fight.   Why do I go to extremes. 
 
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    {piano interlude} 
 
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    stand,     or I   fall               it's all or nothing at all. Darling 
I 
 
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   don't know why      I go to        extremes.                        No, I 
 
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    don't know why I go to extremes.                           Too high or 
 
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    too low, there ain't no in-betweens.                          You can be 
 
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   sure          when I'm gone       I won't be out there too long. Darling, 
I 
 
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    don't know why     I go to       extremes. 
 
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 {piano}                                   I don't know why, I don't know 
why! 
 
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                                          I don't know why. I don't know 
why! 
 
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 {fadeout} 
 
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A Bitchin' Chart