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And then, we wake up in the morning |
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Now we've had our fill and the glass is empty |
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But when, I get down to the bottom |
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My mind has not forgotten |
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I'm an optimist, you're a clean slate, maybe |
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It's pale, the diary of forever, |
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And I'll know full stop from your flawless entry |
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Some fools, want to throw together |
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Like spectators making better |
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With the ground still hot when the shove is friendly |
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You have said, You have said |
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Your name is not for me |
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I try not to be |
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Disappointed |
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You have said, you have said |
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Your name is not for me |
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I try not to be |
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Disappointed |
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And then, we wake up in the morning |
|
Now we've had our fill and the glass is empty |
|
But when, I get down to the bottom |
|
My mind has not forgotten |
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I'm an optimist, you're a clean slate, maybe |
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You have said you have said |
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Your name is not for me |
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I try not to be |
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Disappointed |
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You have said you have said |
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Your name is not for me |
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I try not to be |
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Disappointed |
