| When the night hours have no sympathy
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| For my belief in bad TV
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| I waste and watch with a heavy stare
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| And I fail to care, I lay impaired
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| ‘Cause it’s better, yeah it’s better still
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| When the next episode’s my only friend
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| On which I depend ‘cause I do defend
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| That if I walk with an empty hand
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| At least I’d know then, that I failed at my plan
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| ‘Cause it’s better, yeah it’s better than
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| Just being good enough to fit your compromise
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| No perfect execution ever satisfies
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| And I’m over trying to prove
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| What I’m only bound to lose
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| When all the judges tell me I can’t win
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| I do begin to just give in
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| And now it’s just a simple matter of time
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| Before I decline to walk a straight line
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| ‘Cause it’s better, better than when I’m
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| Just being good enough to fit your compromise
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| No perfect execution ever satisfies
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| When I’m over trying to prove
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| What I’m only bound to lose
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| I used up so much time
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| Trying to make it over to the other side
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| But I never made it past the point
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| Of being right behind the starting line
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| 'Cause it’s better, it’s better than
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| It’s better, it’s still better than, it’s better
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| I know it’s better than
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| Just being good enough to fit your compromise
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| No perfect execution ever satisfies
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| And I’m never gonna prove
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| What I’m only bound to lose
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| I’ve never grown up
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| But you’re so old |