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You say you got no problem, |
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Being where you are, |
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You don't want to understand, anyway. |
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Cause everybody tells ya, |
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When you're right or wrong, |
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And they just want to have the right to disagree. |
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Cause sometimes you feel so fine, yeah |
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And sometimes you fall, |
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Tomorrow's always find you, |
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Digging for the bones, |
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I thought you had the answer, |
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For always being right. |
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You always see it coming, |
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But you never ever fight, |
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You don't know how to fight. |
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There's a cold wind blowing, |
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On a silvery morning, |
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And the air feels fine upon your face. |
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And you walk cause your lonely, |
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And you wish you had a job, |
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Someone else who understood the little things. |
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Cause sometimes you feel so fine, yeah |
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And sometimes you fall, |
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Tomorrow's always finds you, |
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Staring at the wall. |
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I thought you had the answer, |
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For always being right. |
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You always see it coming, |
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But you never ever fight, |
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No, you don't know how to fight. |
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And you turn on the T.V. |
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And you reach for the phone, |
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Because someone read the news to you all wrong. |
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And you say that you've discovered, |
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A world that won't recover, |
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And sometimes it's so hard to disagree. |
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Tomorrow's always finds you, |
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Staring at the wall. |
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You thought you had the answer, |
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For always being right. |
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You always see it coming, |
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But you don't know how to fight, |
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No, you don't know how to fight. |