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You say, "Why does everything revolve around you?" |
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And you say, "Why does everything I do confound you?" |
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And 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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I could 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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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, this way |
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I'm gaining strength trying 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 |
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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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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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And the last time, I couldn't tell |
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Oh, this mind wasn't well |
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But 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? |
