| Surely I can’t be wrong
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| I’ve waited here so long
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| And you know where to find me
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| Propped up at the nearest bar
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| Staring at my jar
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| With a jukebox behind me
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| I wish I had more to say
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| So I could Illuminate
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| I wish I had more to give
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| But I don’t got nothing
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| Could I interest you in an apology?
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| Or an excuse?
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| I’ve got a few hangin' 'round
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| Hangin' loose
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| There’s a chance I could offer an anecdote
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| Or maybe a joke
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| I could always take it back
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| If I’ve misspoke
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| Oh
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| Surely this can’t be right
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| I’ve waited here all night
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| And you still haven’t found me
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| I figured you’d be here soon
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| You’d waltz across the room
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| With the keys to the city
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| We could go somewhere small
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| Talk about something big
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| But the moment I try to give
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| I realize I got nothing
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| Could I interest you in an apology?
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| Or an excuse?
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| I’ve got a few hangin' 'round
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| Hangin' loose
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| There’s a chance I could offer an anecdote
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| Or maybe a joke
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| I could always take it back
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| If I’ve misspoke
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| Could I interest you in an apology?
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| It might be recycled
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| But it should still work, I think
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| I’m sorry if not
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| Could I interest you in this apology?
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| It’s all I can do
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| Pretty sure I haven’t got much else
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| To offer you
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| Oh |