| Fool enough to almost be it
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| Cool enough to not quite see it
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| Doomed
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| Pick your pocket full of sorrow
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| And run away with me tomorrow
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| June
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| We’ll try to ease the pain
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| Somehow, we’ll feel the same
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| Well, no one knows
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| Where our secrets go
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| I send a heart to all my dearies
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| When your love is oh so dreary
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| Dream
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| I’m rumored to the straight and narrow
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| While the harlots of my perils
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| Scream
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| I fail
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| But when I can, I will
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| Try to understand
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| The way I can, I will
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| Mother, weep the years I’m missing
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| All this time that can’t be given back
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| Shut my mouth and strike the demons
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| Cursed you and your reason
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| Out of hand and out of season
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| Out of love and out of feeling so bad
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| When I can, I will
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| Words defy the plans
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| And when I can, I will
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| Fool enough to almost be it
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| Cool enough to not quite see it
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| Old enough to always be it
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| Always older, I’ll always feel this
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| No more promise, no more sorrow
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| No longer will I follow
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| Can anybody hear me?
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| I just want to be me
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| When I can, I will
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| Try to understand
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| The way I can, I will |