| Ray, as of today
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| I can’t say
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| Things will ever be the same
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| And that could be a shame
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| 'Cause, though
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| I think I know
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| Another lonely exile when I see one
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| And you appear to be one
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| Still?
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| I’m playing down 'cause I could really be found
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| If you’ve got it to spare
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| I’m playing it cool but it’s terribly cruel
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| 'Cause I ought to be there
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| And Ray, what can I say
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| You don’t know me And it’s just wishful thinking
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| To keep myself from sinking
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| And hence no evidence
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| To support any theory I have handy
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| That you could understand me And so?
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| I’m playing down 'cause I could really be found
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| If you’ve got it to spare
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| I’m playing it cool but it’s terribly cruel
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| 'Cause I ought to be there
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| 'Cause you’re as bad off as me And Ray, can we repay
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| Ourselves for days that we’ve lost
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| Through indecision
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| With one of recognition
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| If so, then here I go
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| 'Cause some things you know
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| And some you just believe in And hope it comes even
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| Oh?
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| I’m playing down 'cause I could really be found
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| If you’ve got it to spare
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| I’m playing it cool but it’s terribly cruel
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| 'Cause I ought to be there
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| I ought to be there
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| I ought to be there |