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Y'know you did everything right |
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Tried to be dependable everytime, |
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So it's hard - to understand why |
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You're the one who should find - it harder to sleep at night |
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And get needled by the thought |
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That you may have been mistaken all along, |
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While you wait - wait and wait for a call |
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But the phone it doesn't cry from it's cradle at all |
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It would be something if |
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If somehow after this |
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You could still call yourself - the great optimist |
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So you find somewhere to be |
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Where you don't feel you're caught between |
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And where you won't get crushed by the counterweight |
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That's gonna buckle under the strain of all your disbelief |
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And light comes through the leaves |
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Like bandits shooting at your feet |
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And indeed, there's honour among thieves |
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And the good guys always win the day eventually |
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It would be something if |
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If somehow after this |
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You could still call yourself - the great optimist |
