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Come on, come on, let's try and make it |
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You tell yourself, this time for sure |
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But I would rather sit and crave it |
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I'm not wanted anymore |
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I had a kind of friend in you |
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It wasn't pleasant all the time |
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But though my heart is jaded |
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I think winnin' is overrated |
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Lookin' through frosted windows |
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I envy the soft contented sighs |
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But I don't get people |
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I don't get the things they think are reasonable |
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So you'll find me |
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Here right beneath the underdog |
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When life's impossible |
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Hold tight beneath the underdog |
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That's where |
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I'm comfortable |
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And I know |
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I'm a fool, perhaps |
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I rationalize what |
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I can't have |
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But no, here right beneath the underdog |
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That's where |
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I'd rather be |
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Maybe someday |
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I will see |
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A kind of personality |
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Who makes the world better |
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And when that happens |
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I may find |
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I miss the nervous daily grind |
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It's hard to stand this peace of mind |
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It's truly finer on the outside |
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Ooh, the outside |
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I've conquered mountains, so to speak |
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And looked down from a higher peak |
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But it seems so creepy |
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When it can leave you feelin' sleazy |
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So settin' off from this hill camp |
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I'd rather be her little tramp |
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My own companion |
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Or maybe with one whose tail is waggin' |
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So you'll find us |
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Here right beneath the underdog |
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When life's impossible |
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Hold tight beneath the underdog |
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That's where |
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I'm comfortable |
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And I know |
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I'm a fool, perhaps |
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And rationalize what |
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I can't have |
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But no, here right beneath the underdog |
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That's where |
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I'd rather be |
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I'd rather be |
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I'd rather be |
