| If I lie awake
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| Wondering if it’s true love or obsessive mistake
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| Feel like another under the
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| Being shown this place
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| Can you absorb man I the tears
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| You say the devil is near you say the devil is me
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| Just don’t take to heart
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| That I only break hearts
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| Don’t hang on the words that I say
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| I’m in and out of my own tiny mind everyday
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| And if it’s ok I don’t think that will ever change
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| So take heed and take hearts
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| I wasn’t born clever I wasn’t born smart
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| Then I think of you night, dawn, day and dusk
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| And in my field of dreams I see us
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| And if there are truths that haunt me
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| Discarded dreams of could have beens
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| Equating scholar to clever
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| And reclusiveness to valor
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| Endless old friends asked me what is the matter
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| So take heed and take hearts
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| I wasn’t born clever I wasn’t born smart
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| Then I think of you night, dawn, day and dusk
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| And in my field of dreams I see us
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| It’s just the stuff of life that
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| I never never never quite got right
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| And at the dead end of this life
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| I realize that you were the love
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| The laughter and the lies
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| And so your work is done
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| In the odum of my life
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| You’re still my precious one
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| You’re still my precious one
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| You’re still my precious one |