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When you live without expectation, |
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You can never be let down. |
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Still you say |
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"Trust NO ONE who kisses eyes open. |
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Trust in God but lock your car." |
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Thoughtlessness may well be their excuse, |
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While fecklessness may well be mine. |
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But what's yours? |
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I found the truth, and it was of no use. |
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I came here to do nothing and did it very well. |
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You're not yourself, you're an imitation |
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That only answers to the same name. |
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So phone in sick, today, tomorrow. |
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Tell them tell them why |
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There must be more to life than this. |
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Reclaim your own, that which was meant for us, |
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It was meant for us. |
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Reclaim your own, that which was meant for us, |
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It was meant for us. |
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Writing songs for the well-read and the ill-fed. |
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Writing songs for the waiflike and the WRAITHLIKE |
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And the Safely Unliked. |
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Inviting the sort of license normally afforded |
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Only to children and fools... |
