| The world lives in your front room
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| You’re sitting happy in gloom
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| Fate worries you, you will not give her room
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| You give credit for might, inspiration and sight
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| But you miss the point
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| You won’t join the fight
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| You think to use is to lose so your clinging, pulling pleading
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| Try and keep it safe
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| Keep it cozy but it feels so out of place
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| You’re feeling a loss but youre not fit to make it
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| You offered so much but youre frightened to take it
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| It never was really proved, never was understood
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| But there really is no virtue in the good
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| The shoutings so loud that they’d do better to mime
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| You’re deafened and you cannot hear the rhyme
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| But secrets in whispers pull you, try to tempt you
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| Try and keep it safe
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| Keep it cozy but it feels so out of place
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| You’re feeling a loss but youre not fit to make it
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| You offered so much but youre frightened to take it
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| You beg for help and advice, how to handle your life
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| But you dare not move, you cannot pay the price
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| Chances slip, you just chatter, flatter, to forget what matters
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| Spout your lines, read all your books
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| You hear the sounds, miss all the hooks
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| Your best is what you least understand
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| You hate the graft, won’t join the race
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| You’re scared to scar your pretty face
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| Safe now cause your head is in the sand
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| Keep it |