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 Lyricist: Burton Cummings
 Lyrics: 
 Runnin' out of steam nowI don't have the energy I once could have bragged of
 Runnin' out of friendships
 It seems that the years bring a house so divided
 Runnin' out of contacts
 Is this what they mean when they talk about 'lonely'...?
 Runnin' out of answers
 I made my own bed but I don't understand it
 All I know is that things are movin' mighty fast
 Don't mind the change but I can't go it alone
 All I wanna know is that some days it's permissible to cry
 Wanted to be a tough guy
 Never talked much 'bout what I was feelin' inside me
 I never let my guard down
 Couldn't tell a friend from a casual acquaintance
 I played them all like chess men
 The better the game the more moves I was using
 I talked a lot of nonsense...
 You get the most noise from the emptiest barrels...
 All I know is that things are movin' mighty fast
 Don't mind the change but I can't go it alone
 All I wanna know is that sometimes it's permissible to cry
 Sometimes I'm feelin' like I'm all wrong
 The simple things are takin' too long
 Sometimes I'm feelin' like I'm all wrong
 About to waste another day
 Sometimes I'm feelin' like I'm all wrong
 And I been comin' over too strong
 And the things that I was sayin'
 Didn't matter anyway
 
 
		
		
	
 
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