| A sense of duty was my one intention
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| And an ugly beauty was my own invention
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| Pride, a proud refusal
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| And I refuse to need your approval
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| Too many seekers, too few beacons
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| But through the fog we’ll keep on beaming
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| Through the crying hours of your glitter years
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| All the living out of your tinsel tears
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| And the midnight trains I never made
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| 'Cause I’d already played the game
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| Everybody’s got their own good reason
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| Why their favorite season is their favorite season
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| Winter winners and those summer sons
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| Aren’t good for everyone, aren’t good for everyone
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| Spring has sprung and autumn’s so well done, so well done
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| And it’s a better thing that we do now
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| Forgetting everything, the whys and hows
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| While you reminisce about the things you miss
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| You won’t be ready to kiss goodbye
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| The earth is a world, the world is a ball
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| A ball in a game with no rules at all
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| And just as I wonder at the beauty of it all
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| You go and drop it and it breaks and falls
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| I’ll never understand why you thought I would
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| Need to be reassured and be understood
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| When I always knew your bad’s my good
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| And I was ready, ready to be loved
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| Born under Mars
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| With Jupiter rising
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| Fallen from stars
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| That lit my horizon
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| I’ll never understand why you thought I would
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| Need to be reassured and be understood
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| When I always knew your bad’s my good
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| And I was ready to be
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| Through the crying hours of your glitter years
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| All the living out of your tinsel tears
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| And the midnight trains I never made
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| 'Cause I’d already played
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| It’s a better thing that we do now
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| Forgetting everything, the whys and hows
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| While you reminisce about the things you miss
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| You won’t be ready to kiss goodbye |