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Who wants a genius anyway |
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Who worries if he's had enough sleep? |
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I'd take the bad news anyday |
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If it meant you were mine to keep |
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Sweet is the certified nervous wreck |
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Who now and then likes to appear |
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To lecture the night and the empty space |
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And sleep in the cradle of my ear |
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A few pills a day keeps the anger away |
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"The people can go," he says, "the furniture stays." |
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Trying to find a warm place to hide |
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Maybe born before your time |
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How unfair to our human eyes |
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How I wish you were alright |
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'Cause I worry... |
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Hello to the ghost of the eighty-eight |
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My favourite Canadian mess |
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Remembered the sound of the galaxy |
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and came here expecting no less |
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How many nights did you lock up in side of that |
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Terrible lonely streak and those beautiful eyes |
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Trying to find a warm place to hide? |
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Maybe born before your time |
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How unfair to our human eyes |
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How I wish you were alright |
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'Cause I worry about you. |
