| You got the world, boy, this all you make it?
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| You had the choice, lad, you wouldn’t take it
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| The oldest charm, only the best for you
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| And the years of my life, some they were so good
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| But now and again, I feel I was a coward
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| Are the holes in my soul in tatters for all these tears?
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| Well, you don’t see it that way
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| A way, a way, we’ll have it today
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| The dancing ones, they really mean it
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| But something, boy, something’s gonna change
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| A way, a way, you’ve got it, they say
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| But how do they know when they’ve never seen it?
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| And what will you do when they forget your name?
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| Well, you’ll up and get another one
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| Don’t give me that face, I know when I should
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| Live in disgrace, not dig up the deadwood
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| I knew this place was never the place for me
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| And of the years that rolled by, yeah, some were so good
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| But now I know that you were the coward
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| The holes in your soul in tatters for all these years
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| But you can’t see it that way |