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Ray, as of today |
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I can't say things will ever be the same |
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And that could be a shame |
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'Cause though I think I know |
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Another lonely exile when I see one |
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And you appear to be one |
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Still... |
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I'm playing it down 'cause I could really be found |
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If you've got it to spare |
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I'm playing it cool but it's terribly cruel |
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'Cause I ought to be there |
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And Ray, what can I say |
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You don't know me and it's just wishful thinking |
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To keep myself from sinking |
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And hence, no evidence |
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To support any theory I have handy |
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That you could understand me |
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And so... |
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I'm playing it down 'cause I could really be found |
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If you've got it to spare |
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I'm playing it cool but it's terribly cruel |
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'Cause I ought to be there |
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('Cause you're as bad off as me) |
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And Ray, can we repay |
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Ourselves for days that we've |
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lost through indecision |
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With one of recognition |
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If so, then here I go |
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'Cause some things you know |
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And some you just believe in |
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And hope it comes out even |
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I'm playing it down 'cause I could really be found |
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If you've got it to spare |
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I'm playing it cool but it's terribly cruel |
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'Cause I ought to be there |
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I ought to be there (x 2) |
