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I made a choice that very night |
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To become a slightly better man |
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I started white-washing my hands of all those passings |
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And as you waited alone in your car outside |
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I politely, but quite firmly denied your invitation for the evening |
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So, hold out your weary hand |
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Let me tell your fortune again |
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Your future is brighter than you'll ever know |
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Now that we are on our own |
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And there are things that you deserve to know |
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The rest you have to earn |
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I have no remorse |
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And as soon as I hung up the phone |
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I knew that this disaster was finally through |
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And I could hear through the cloudy line |
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That this took you by surprise |
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So, hold out your weary hand |
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Let me tell your fortune again |
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Your future is brighter than you'll ever know |
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Now that we are on our own |
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And it's true that I have no idea what the universe has in store |
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But I do know that when you think it can't get any worse, it does |
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It does, it does |
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So, hold out your weary hand |
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Let me tell your fortune again |
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Your future is brighter than you'll ever know |
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And now we are on our own |
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So, hold out your weary hand |
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Let me tell your fortune again |
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Your future is brighter than you'll ever know |
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Now that we are on our own |
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Now that we are on our own |