| I’m a failure at heart
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| But it seems I succeed
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| When my heart feels the need
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| To be helpful
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| It doesn’t happen much
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| And as a result
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| It’s a rare thing
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| Did I see you today?
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| Well if so I’d keep grace
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| Cos I don’t hold your face
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| In my memory
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| Everybody looks the same
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| There’s nothing else to blame
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| But my, but my memory
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| It’s a craze no one knows
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| Still I’m craving the days
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| When this town was alive
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| And amazing
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| And for once I’m on time
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| Still I’m falling around
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| To the sights of this town
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| 'til they find me
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| And you wouldn’t call it fun
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| When all the things you’ve done
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| Amount to the same thing
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| Here’s the news, I’m alive
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| But in habit of not taking chances
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| Well that’s what I’m finding
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| We could try with new rules
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| Just accept only one thing
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| And that is that nothing
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| Will change anything
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| You see it all the time
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| But now we’ve seen the last time
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| That’s the main thing
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| Take a look at yourself
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| In the mirror you’ll find
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| You look weirder
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| The longer you stand there
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| Just take a step away
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| At least for one day
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| And you’ll be finding
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| Just a shot in the dark
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| Still a good enough aim
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| To take half of the blame
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| And be thankful
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| For everything you’ve got
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| I’d take another shot
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| In the, in the dark with you
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| Is it deal or no deal?
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| Well I try everyday
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| And I still have to say
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| That it’s no deal
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| What time is it, 14?
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| Well I’m ready when you are
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| As long as we both want the same thing
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| I’ll put the candles out
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| I don’t mean put them out
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| I mean, I mean get them burning
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| You look good, how’d you feel?
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| I feel good
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| But I knew that I would
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| From the moment I saw you
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| Well thank you for your time
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| And for not wasting mine
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| That’s a rare thing
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| There’s a savior in me
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| Yet I can’t save myself
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| So good luck whoever else
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| Believes in me
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| You can only blame yourself
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| I’m the savior in yourself
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| And not in me
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| You’re the new kid in school
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| Everybody looks at you
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| Because of the fact
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| That you are new
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| Someone throw the kid a crutch
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| I know it isn’t much
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| But it’s what I’m thinking |