| You say, «Why does everything revolve around you?»
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| You say, «Why does everything I do confound you?»
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| You say that I pulled the world from under you
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| You can’t go through it this time
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| I could be good, and I would
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| If I knew I was understood
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| And it’ll be great, just wait
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| Or is it too little too late?
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| (Whoo!)
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| One day, this embarrassment will fade behind me
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| And that day I could think of things that won’t remind me
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| But these days it’s unbearable for both of us
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| We can’t discuss it this way (this way)
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| I’m gaining strength, tying to learn to pull my own weight
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| But I’m gaining pounds at the precipice of too late
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| Just wait
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| Record and play, after years of endless rewind
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| Yesterday wasn’t half as tough as this time
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| This time isn’t Hell
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| Last time, I couldn’t tell
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| This mind wasn’t well
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| Next time, hope I’m… |