| Nobody’s perfect
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| And that’s something that I’m sure she’ll know
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| 'Cos trying to tell her lies from the truth at times
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| Is like trying to divide ice from snow
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| And when I knew it was over
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| I jumped into a taxi and said, «Just guess where to go»
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| And the driver turned about and said
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| «Finding what you want is like
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| Trying to divide ice from snow»
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| So here I sit, rolling back to bed
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| Knowing love’s a hazard that I’d never guessed
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| But from this side of the morning I couldn’t care less
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| I couldn’t care less
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| Nobody’s helpless
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| Although I’ve never felt this helpless before
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| And trying to persuade myself not to think about her
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| Is like trying to tell the clouds not to pour
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| So I’ll put down the bottle
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| While in my head time is collapsing and the currents run cold
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| So I’ll curse her memory
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| But don’t try telling me that she was not the emerald in a mountain of coal
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| Or there’s a crock of cures for cancer at the end of the rainbow
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| So here I sit, rolling back to bed
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| Knowing love’s a hazard that I’d never guessed
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| But from this side of the morning I couldn’t care less
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| I couldn’t care less
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| She’s the kind of girl who won’t forgive but will forget
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| So take me from this party, driver, put me back to bed
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| I wanted to be loved but just got laughed at instead
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| So if this taxi’s for hire
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| I’ll get in the back just to feel the friction of the tarmac and the tyres
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| So nobody’s perfect
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| And that’s something that I’m sure she’ll know
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| But trying to persuade myself not to think about her is like
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| Trying to tell the cockerels not to crow
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| Or like trying to tell the striker not to think about the goal
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| So here I sit, rolling back to bed
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| Knowing love’s a hazard that I’d never guessed
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| But from this side of the morning
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| Yeah, from this side of the morning
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| Yeah, from this side of the morning
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| I couldn’t care less |