| I was choking on a cornflake
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| You said «Have some toast instead»
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| I was sleeping maybe three hours
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| You said «You should get to bed»
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| I was waiting at the church door
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| For the minister to show
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| I was looking at the new year
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| You said «Walk before you crawl»
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| I was feeling like a loser
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| You said «Hey, you’ve still got me»
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| I was feeling pretty lonely
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| You said «You wanted to be free»
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| I was looking for a good time
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| You said «Let the good times start»
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| With a quiver of your eyelid
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| You took on someone else’s part
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| Maybe I’m a little greedy
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| You said «Think before you speak»
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| Sometimes I’m a little seedy
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| You said «Everyone is weak»
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| Now I feel a little better
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| Is there something I can do?
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| But I never heard the answer
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| I never had a clue
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| But what about me I don’t really see
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| How things will improve
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| If all you want is to stay loose
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| There’s a little echo calling
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| Like a miner trapped inside
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| If I tell her of this moment
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| She will in me doubts confide
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| And she’s on me like a blanket
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| Like a stalk of wilting grass
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| I’m not sure about her motives
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| I’m not sure about her past
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| But my faith is like a bullet
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| My belief is like a bolt
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| The only thing that lets me sleep at night
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| A little carriage of the soul
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| If it starts a little bleaker
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| Then the year may yet be gold
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| Happiness is not for keeping
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| Happiness is not my goal
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| But what about me I don’t really see
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| How things will improve
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| If all you want is to stay loose
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| But what about them
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| You play mother hen
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| To a gaggle of gangling youth
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| All you want is to stay loose
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| I was living through the seconds
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| My composure was a mess
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| I was miles from tenderness
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| It was dark outside, the day it was lying in pieces
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| Everything is flat and dreary
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| I couldn’t care what’s in the news
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| Television is the blues
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| Television is hysterical laughter of people
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| And I know it could be me
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| I’m always asking for more
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| I keep running round in circles
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| I keep looking for a doorway
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| I’m going to need two lives
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| To follow the paths I’ve been taking |