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It's hard to rely on my good intentions |
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When my head's full of things that i can't mention |
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Seems I usually get things right |
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But I can't understand what I did last night |
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And it's hard to rely on my own good senses |
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When I miss so much that requires attention |
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I have to laugh at myself sometimes |
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And I can see that I'm not blind |
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There's little relief |
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Give us reprieve, oh |
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For all the things I've left behind |
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I'm positive that I'm not blind |
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I'm not afraid things won't get better |
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But it feels like this has gone on forever |
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You have to cry with your own blue tears |
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Have to laugh with your own good cheer |
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And it's hard to rely on my good intentions |
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When my head's full of things that i can't mention |
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Seems I usually get things right |
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But I can't understand what I did last night |
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There's little relief |
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Give us reprieve, oh |
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And imagining the world outside |
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I'm positive that i'm not blind |
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I can't be hard on you |
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'Cause you know i've been there too |
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Learned a lot of things from you |
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Oh but life gives little relief |
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Give us reprieve, oh |
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And when everyone is cold as ice |
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I clinch my fists and close my eyes |
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Imagining the world outside |
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And I can see that I'm not blind |
