All my dreams, hovering
On the verge, I can't resist the urge to put them on the list
Killer bee, how's your sting?
You won the prize, and didn't cheat
But really, I just can't compete
It's hard to tell if it's any good
It's rude to yell, but I wish I would
I'd sing every word if I only could
That's what I get for being misunderstood
All the time, mostly, I'm in the crowd
Just taking in the simple pain that strikes again
Killer bee, carry me, toss me like a castaway, to hide what I was gonna say
It's hard to tell if it's any good
It's rude to yell, but I wish I would
I'd sing every word if I only could
That's what I get for being misunderstood
It's hard to tell if I'm any good
It's hard to yell, when I know I should
I'd sing every word if I only could
That's what I get for being misunderstood
That's what I get for being misunderstood
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