| Live for the day when I’m left here on my own
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| With no one to betray
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| It’s no wonder I prefer be a castaway
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| Who finds a friendly shore
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| When you have a friend
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| Then you have yourself a foe
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| My right to defend
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| Yours to scatter in one blow
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| My defenses, I’m defenseless
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| Here in the dark, I guess
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| A few fuses have blown the bites back in the bark
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| And the gardens overgrown
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| I’m in a right mess, there’s a tightness in my heart
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| Like a fly in the ointment
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| Love makes my flesh creep
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| Love gets me hot and bothered
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| It’s just a reward I can’t reap
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| Lying alone on the lawn, babe
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| Hot sun overhead
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| Waiting for a breath of inspiration
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| To carry me away instead
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| Without a doubt
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| Without a doubt
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| Working for precious little
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| Playing the second fiddle
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| Ive been living on broken promises
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| Living on guarantees
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| Sometimes at night when the moon is bright
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| You can see me down on my knees
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| I’m looking for home truths
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| An offer I cant refuse, a leap in the dark
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| A touch and go
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| I’ve got nothing left to lose?
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| Without a doubt
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| Without a doubt
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| I’m learning back where I started
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| I’m learning, I’m broken hearted
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| But without a doubt
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| Without a doubt
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| I’m working for precious little
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| I’m playing the second fiddle
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| Without a doubt
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| Without a doubt
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| I’m learning back where I started
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| I’m learning, I’m broken hearted
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| But without a doubt
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| Without a doubt
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| Live for the day when I’m left here on my own
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| With no one to betray
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| Its no wonder prefer to be a castaway
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| Who finds a friendly shore
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| Washed up on rocks
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| In the calm after the storm
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| I can run a amok
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| And every days a high day
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| A holiday, my hideaway
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| Ive got no reason left to stay |