| See you on your own
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| Well, kind of on your own
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| Everything is ruined
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| Well, a couple things are ruined
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| Can’t be quite so bad
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| You’re not an 1890s Irish lad
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| Comfort zone is comfortable
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| So I won’t push you angel, angel
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| Comfort zone is where you’ve grown
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| So I won’t push you angel, angel
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| Tell me why, again
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| You’re not a real man?
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| You seem that way to me
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| Without a law degree
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| Can’t be quite so bad
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| You’re not an 1890s Irish lad
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| Comfort zone is comfortable
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| So I won’t push you angel, angel
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| Comfort zone is where you’ve grown
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| So I won’t push you angel, angel
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| Stop complaining, stop rewinding
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| Stop confiding, you are fine
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| Everybody wants you, needs you
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| Holds you, sees you
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| All that shit, so fuck off
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| This is not
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| Old-timey Ireland
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| Comfort zone is comfortable
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| So I won’t push you angel, angel
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| Comfort zone is where you’ve grown
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| So I won’t push you angel, angel |