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I've never been as handy |
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As the boy who raised himself |
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If I had ever been as needy |
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I'd enjoy lengthways, top shelf |
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Against the odds he is constructive |
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While I move around in circles and celebrate |
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Unscarred and unproductive |
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More or less that's me as much as |
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The last time that we ever really |
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Talked it through |
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I felt weak, a fool, awestruck |
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But I'll never shine like that light |
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Or arrange my own rescue |
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I love him though he drinks too much |
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So you learn about the easy standard |
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When you wipe it from your window |
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Have you ever shown enough dissent |
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Have you controlled your ego |
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Make way for your misjudgement |
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Fail, succeed, go there and back again |
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I'm sure you feel fulfilment |
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You're not that brilliant you shouldn't |
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Waste your time on your own |
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Just talk it through |
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And you'll feel strong and hip, awestruck |
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But you'll never shine like that light |
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Or arrange your own rescue |
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I love him though he drinks |
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Like it's going out of fashion |
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But it never will |