| I may not be one to rely on
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| Too often I’m not even there
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| It may be that I don’t care
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| The way I should do
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| And all of that may be unfair
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| I know it’s true
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| That I could have made more out of my life
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| But we have us, and bit of all we need
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| So I won’t complain
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| And I need no lame excuses
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| To be just what I am
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| Nothing more
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| Probably it’s true
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| That I am sometimes too proud
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| Of a career that might be even
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| Not worth talking about
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| I know that all our friends
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| Might make more money than I do
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| But I don’t want to be in their shoes
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| Because that’s my point of view
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| I know it’s true
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| That I could have made more out of my life
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| But we have us, and bit of all we need
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| So I won’t complain
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| And I need no lame excuses
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| To be just what I am
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| Nothing more
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| I could be a man of means
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| With a big house and a limousine
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| I could be all of that and more
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| And I could work all day
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| And work all night as well
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| Oh yes, I know
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| I know too well
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| That it’s true
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| That I could have made more out of my life
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| But we have us, and a bit of all we need
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| So I won’t complain
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| And I need no lame excuses
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| To be just what I am
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| Nothing more
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| None of us would need any lame excuses
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| If we were what we are
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| Nothing more |