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I'm walking round pretty down on my luck |
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when I saw my reflection in puddle and said to myself |
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'how's ot come so cold and numb in this town of mine. |
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There must be something in the pipeline for me |
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just give half a chance and surely you see |
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that Ive got more to give then someboday with no heart and soul. |
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Well hey, anyway, how could you possibly understand or see, |
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see that we, |
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we're poles apart in another land. but I gotta say, get if off my chest, |
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what goods potential if i got no interest? at all, anymore, none at all. |
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I'm walking round pretty down on myself |
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and I'm passing the places were I used to play when I was a kid, |
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blink of an eye and time goes by in this town of mine. |
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My mother told me 'dont let them hold you back |
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I know that its easy just to sit around having the crack' |
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thats no good good I know I can do much more than this. |
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So hey, anyway, how could you possibly understand, or see, |
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see that we, |
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we're poles apart in another land. but I gotta say, get if off my chest, |
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what goods potential if I got no interest? at all, anymore, none at all. |
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None at all (x3) |
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So hey, anyway, how could you possibly understand, or see, |
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see that we, |
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we're poles apart in another land. but I gotta say, get if off my chest, |
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what goods potential if I got no interest? at all, anymore, none at all. |
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None at all (x2) |
