| Such a hopeless deviate
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| A girl born way to late
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| All set to be set free
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| In a world of misery
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| When your tears run dry
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| Another finger’s in your eye
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| And you tought you’d seen it all
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| It’s so hard to make things right
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| You think you’re getting closer
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| But it’s alway out of sight
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| It will follow you to your end
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| It may not be bitter but it’s hard to
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| Comprehend, you cannot win
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| If it ain’t is this you bet it’s that
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| The stakesare high and chances fat
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| And if your time ain’t runnig short
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| There’s the wait you can’t abort
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| Way down rock bottom low
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| There’s another place belowe to go
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| And I thought I’d seen it all
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| It’s so hard to make things right
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| You think you’re getting closer
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| But it’s alway out of sight
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| It will follow you to your end
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| It may not be bitter but it’s hard to
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| Comprehend, you cannot win
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| So you can stand and clench your fist
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| At a place that only may exist
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| Behind the 42 feet wall
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| Another 3 is standig tall
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| If my hands weren’t tide
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| I swear I’d catch you in the rye
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| I’m sorry I can’t take your fall
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| It’s so hard to make things right
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| You think you’re getting closer
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| But it’s alway out of sight
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| It will follow you to your end
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| It may not be bitter but it’s hard to
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| Comprehend, you cannot win |