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The Leisure Society - Better Written Off |
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From the darkest lows |
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to the heavenly highs |
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Another dream let go |
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on every mantelpiece |
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If you had your life |
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to live over again |
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would you do it in style |
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or make those same mistakes? |
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If I keep folding |
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there'll be nothing left of me |
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but these shapeless shoulders |
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and this cold, dead smile |
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These days are better written off than written down |
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Will you live your life |
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through a bustling child |
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or will you sail the seas |
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of self-discovery? |
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Does it make you smile |
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when you think of a rhyme |
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or do you get tired |
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just burning oxygen? |
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If I keep folding |
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there'll be nothing left of me |
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but these shapeless shoulders |
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and this cold, dead smile |
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These days are better written off than written down |
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Oh the wasted days |
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and the promises made |
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put the fear of God |
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in every one of us |
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Resolution see |
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through the soles of your feet |
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So find a girl you can reach |
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ever the optimist |
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If I keep folding |
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there'll be nothing left of me |
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but these shapeless shoulders |
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and this cold, dead smile |
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These days are better written off than written down |