| Hard to explain what a feeling I’ve found
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| Between hope and a doubt that holds me to the ground
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| Low in dry fields of California I dream
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| Of a life lived with ease; |
| simple and serene
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| But it’s hard to find the optimist in me
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| When the life I’ve loved is slowly wrecking me
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| It’s more, it’s more, it’s more to you than it was when we were kids
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| And now, and now, you see the world, oh, plainly as it is
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| And boy, were you wrong
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| And boy, were you wrong
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| Booze is the kindest of poisons these days
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| You wake up, a fresh start, troubles masked in the haze
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| But it’s hard to find the optimist in me
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| When the life I’ve loved is slowly wrecking me
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| It’s more, it’s more, it’s more to you than it was when we were kids
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| And now, and now, you see the world, oh, plainly as it is
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| And boy, were you wrong
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| And boy, were you wrong
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| Take it back, oh, just take it back
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| You never did a thing for me
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| There’s a youthful bliss that I often miss
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| And it haunts my memory
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| Cause it’s a life that slipped away
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| Through my own two hands
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| Yeah, through my own two hands
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| It’s more, it’s more, it’s more to you than it was when we were kids
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| And now, and now, you see the world, oh, plainly as it is
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| And boy, were you wrong
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| Yeah, boy, were you wrong
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| It’s more, it’s more, it’s more to you than it was when we were kids
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| And now, and now, you see the world, oh, plainly as it is
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| And boy, were you wrong
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| And boy, were you wrong
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| Oh, you were so wrong
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| Oh boy, were you wrong |