| Very few have hit the mark
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| And fewer still made the radar
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| I didn’t need what they offered
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| And there’s nothing hear, to be proud of
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| It’s possible, I hear them
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| And it’s probable, I didn’t listen
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| And there’s nothing hear, to be proud of
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| But your eyes open
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| Easy come, easy go
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| You started something I never had to question before
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| You started changing my mind when I was always so sure
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| I’ve starting wondering what happens if I let you in
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| More
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| Should you, should you say it’s mine for keeps
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| You should you have left with your airs and graces
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| And you shouldn’t leave them or they’d be wasted
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| 'Cause there’s nothing here to be proud of
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| But your eyes open
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| Easy come, easy go
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| You started something I never had to question before
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| You started changing my mind when I was always so sure
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| I’ve starting wondering what happens if I let you in
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| More
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| Should you, should you say it’s mine for keeps
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| Something new
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| You started something I never had to question before
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| You started changing my mind when I was always so sure
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| I’ve starting wondering what happens if I let you in
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| More
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| I’ve started changing my mind when I was always so sure
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| I wouldn’t mind (x8) |