| Maybe in a year or so
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| We’ll be better off we won’t
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| So I’ll begin to question it
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| Maybe that’s unfair of me
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| I’ve never been optimist
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| There appears to be a better way to deal with it
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| I always seek the worst in everything
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| Served me okay up to now
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| I think you’re better off without
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| I can’t seem to connect the dots
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| I’m starting to fear we’re lost
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| And as the clouds start drawing clear
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| I lose sense of why we’re here
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| You think I’m okay I’m not
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| There appears to be a better way to deal with it
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| I always seek the worst in everything
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| Served me okay up to now
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| I think you’re better off without
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| If you fear the worst will come your way
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| And guard against the brighter days
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| You’ll begin to bargain with yourself
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| So take a thought and live with that
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| You growing hypochondriac
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| Will never bet on anybody else
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| There appears to be a better way to deal with it
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| I always seek the worst in everything
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| Served me okay up to now
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| I think you’re better off without |