| When you raise to fold, turn your face away
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| Always the first to go, then to stay the same
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| Fortunate no one, fortunate no one
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| That’s how it always was, through it all
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| Now your pace is slow, you’re in someone’s way
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| 'Cause you cursed it so, curses are all the same
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| Fortunate no one, fortunate no one
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| That’s how it always was, through it all
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| On the pace you run, silver among the gold
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| In an honest way, silver among the grey
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| When you raise to fold, turn your face away
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| Always the first to go, then to stay the same
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| On the pace you run, silver among the gold
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| In an honest way, silver among the grey
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| When you raise to fold, turn your face away
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| Always the first to go, then to stay the same
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| On the pace you run, silver among the gold
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| In an honest way, silver among the grey
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| On the pace you run, silver among the gold
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| In an honest way, silver among the grey |