| In the hope I’ll forget I’ll wait
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| It’s a chance I’ll take oh yeah
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| In the hope I’ll forget I’ll wait
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| For the time
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| In the spring I’ll watch my step
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| While the night-time passes by
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| When a smile suits me all alone
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| I’ll be fine
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| There’s got to be a better song to sing
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| Before I hang upon your shoulder
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| Telling the truth it may be bolder this time
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| There’s got to be a better song to sing
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| That makes a lonely one less cold oh
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| Before I hang upon your shoulder and cry
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| Watching friends playing in the dirt
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| Feeling hard but feeling hurt
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| By the sadness that wastes my time
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| It’s a crime
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| Counting acts which I must add
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| To collect sad memories
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| From a past I’d soon forget
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| Swap or leave
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| There’s got to be a better song to sing
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| Before I hang upon your shoulder
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| Telling the truth it may be bolder this time
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| There’s got to be a better song to sing
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| That makes a lonely one less cold oh
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| Before I hang upon your shoulder and cry
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| At the gate I’ll wave goodbye
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| To the friends that were my lies
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| And I’ll see them off at dawn
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| Feeling wise
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| Feeling wise
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| Feeling wise |