| You pretend like you’re alright
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| In somebody else’s life
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| Hiding in the chaos and disarray
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| Someday you’ll put up a fight
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| Someday soon you’ll make it right
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| Someday is drifting far away
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| Keep on saying it in your mind
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| Keep your head up you’ll be fine
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| «Narrow is the path but wide the gates»
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| But if you shrink and try to hide
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| Fading away by your design
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| You’ll never know anyone anyway
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| I meant to call you, by the way…
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| A miss is as good as a mile
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| I think you’ve got the hang of it
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| You’ve been at it a while
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| A miss is as good as a mile
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| I’m sure you’ll make the best of it
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| Said with a crooked smile
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| You pretend like you’re alright
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| In somebody else’s life
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| Hiding in the chaos and disarray
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| But if you shrink and try to hide
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| Fading away by your design
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| You’ll never know anyone anyway
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| I meant to call you, by the way…
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| A miss is as good as a mile
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| I think you’ve got the hang of it
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| You’ve been at it a while
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| A miss is as good as a mile
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| I’m sure you’ll make the best of it
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| Said with a crooked smile |