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Grown tired of the false praise. |
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Grown tired of trying to wait. |
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Left last on the beggar's plate. |
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(On, and on, and on). |
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These days it's assured to break. |
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These days there's a sign to face. |
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These days there's a role you fake. |
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(On, and on, and on). |
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I've found there's a simple way. |
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I've found how humility tastes. |
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Struck cold I can never shake. |
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(On, and on, and on). |
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These days it's assured to break. |
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These days there's a sign to face. |
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These days there's a role you fake. |
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(On, and on, and on). |
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That time, it's gone. I never felt it at all. |
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One day, I found it gone. |
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The place we lost. I never saw it off. |
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One day, it takes us all. |
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I'm lost in Groningen. |
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(On, and on, and on, and on, and on). |
