| It feels so vain for me to say
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| You’re trying to find the answer, in pushing me away
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| But I know, there’s a part of you that’s begging
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| That’s begging me to stay
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| You tell me it’s hopeless and that’s okay
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| When have we ever been known to be the hopeful anyway?
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| Maybe I’m too set in my ways
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| I’m wasting time and I’m heading nowhere
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| Hope tells me that I’m getting somewhere soon
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| I’m treading light but I’m getting nowhere
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| Hope tells me that I’m getting somewhere soon, without you
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| Of all of the words you say
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| I never would’ve thought that I’d end up this way
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| As I’d planned; |
| As a man with a sense of content since I heard you say
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| «Stop trying to be somebody
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| You’ve got no job and you’re wasting money
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| You live with your mum and you pay her nothing»
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| I know I’m nothing
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| But I’m just trying to be somebody
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| I’ve got no job and I’ve got no money
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| I think with my dick and I over-drink
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| But at least I’m fucking happy
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| I’m wasting time and I’m heading nowhere
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| Hope tells me that I’m getting somewhere soon
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| I’m treading light but I’m getting nowhere
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| Hope tells me that I’m getting somewhere soon, without you
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| Nothing
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| I’m nothing
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| Nothing
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| I’m nothing |