| Look at me, I’m the one who got away, the one who could’ve shone
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| I tried to do my best, but I guess your best don’t last for long
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| Look at me, standing with my tattered pride of toothless little lions
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| We try to make a difference, do something no one else had tried
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| But if you see me walking and you’re wondering why
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| Well it’s just the business of life
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| If you’re not getting lucky, you’re just getting by
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| Look at me, is it written on my face, the luxuries I’ve known?
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| Am I a foreign presence, someplace that used to be my home?
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| So if you see me walking, just a regular guy
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| Well it’s just the business of life
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| If you’re not getting lucky, you’re just getting by
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| And in that weightlessness that comes with good luck
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| The one thing you don’t expect is feeling the drop
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| Look at me, I’m the one who got away, and then came crawling back
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| I try to do my best, but I guess I never had the knack
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| So if you see me walking, and you’re wondering why
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| Well it’s just the business of life
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| If you’re not getting lucky, you’re just getting by |