| If you can’t win you should know
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| That losing’s not the worse thing
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| Say you don’t know where to begin
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| Then this one time try to start again
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| After the tears and the rage and the shouting
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| You let him in again wondering why it is you doubted him
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| Then on a Monday morning when you’re driving to work
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| And dawn breaks over you and it’s making it worse
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| You’ll know that it’s over
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| You’ll know that it’s over
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| If you can’t say what it is
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| That’s hurting, that’s the worst thing
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| If you’re carrying the blame that should be his
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| Lay it down and walk away from him
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| After the years and the cages that surrounded you
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| You can be free again from everything that bound you
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| Then on a Monday morning when you’re driving to work
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| And dawn breaks over you and it’s making it worse
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| You’ll know that it’s over
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| You’ll know that it’s over
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| Look up to see the colours of the spring
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| Look up and see all that you’ve been missing
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| Look up and take in everything
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| Look up, lift your head, lift your head up
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| Cause next Monday morning when you’re driving to work
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| You’ll be glad it was you who discovered it first
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| Cause you’ll know that it’s over
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| You know that it’s over
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| You know that it’s over
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| You know that it’s over |