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You're not always right cos there is no right |
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Oh the absolute is an illusion |
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A made-up, safe resolution |
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I'm not always right cos there is no right |
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& I can't fake the sympathy |
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That this melancholy demands of me |
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Your diamond acts as a prism & I'm blinded by it |
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You are an anachronism & I'm humbled by it all |
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So please go easy on me, I bear naught but adoration |
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Your gracefulness is beyond me |
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& nothing's worth complication |
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Our dials fall in alignment & ease the breathing |
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The bases heed to the climate & bleed the xylem dry |
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I'm not always right cos there is no right |
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I'm not always right |
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You're not always right |