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Too Little Too Late |
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You say, "Why does everything revolve around you?" |
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You say, "Why does everything I do confound you?" |
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You say that I pulled the world from under you, |
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You can't go through it this time |
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And I could be good, and I would - If I knew I was understood |
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And it'll be great, just wait - Or is it too little too late? |
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One day, this embarrassment will fade behind me |
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And that day I could think of things that won't remind me |
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But these days it's unbearable for both of us |
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We can't discuss it this way |
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I'm gaining strength, tying to learn pull my own weight |
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But I'm gaining pounds at the precipice of Too Late |
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Just Wait |
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I could be good, and I would - If I knew I was understood |
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And it'll be great, just wait - Or is it too little too late? |
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Record and play, after years of endless rewind |
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Yesterday wasn't half as tough as this time |
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This time isn't Hell, |
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Last time, I couldn't tell |
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This mind wasn't well |
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Next time, hope I'm... |
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Going to be good, and I would - |
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If I knew I was understood |
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And it'll be great, just wait - |
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Or is it too little too late? |
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Good, and I would - |
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If I knew I was understood |
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And it'll be great, just wait - |
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Or is it too little too late? |
