| I know, know you, you don’t like
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| To hear the words that I might say
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| Of how I’m living, spending my days
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| Belief in what I’m doing
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| The right to fight for who and what I am
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| You know it’s mine and so I can
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| And I am…
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| Far gone and you are still here
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| I’m not yours for the taking
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| Move on you’ve never been there for me
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| Useless and complaining
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| Of why you don’t have more…
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| I know, know you, you’re waiting
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| To hear someone say «you can get there, too»
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| Be patient, they will see you
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| Someday when you are different
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| You give a sh** for someone else and stand
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| For something more, well then you can
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| But I am…
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| Far gone and you are still here
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| I’m not yours for the taking
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| Move on you’ve never been there for me
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| Useless and complaining
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| Of why you don’t have more
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| And how your life has brought you crawling
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| To my door
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| It all comes down to nothing
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| Is that what you might say?
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| Or how it could be different
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| If it’d gone another way…
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| Far gone and you are still here
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| I’m not yours for the taking
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| Move on you’ve never been there for me
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| Far gone and you are still here
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| I’m not yours for the taking
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| Move on you’ve never been there for me
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| Useless and complaining
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| Of why you don’t have more… |