| I try to figure it out
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| I tried to make you slow down but show you 'round
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| I tried to make you my own
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| Like the scratch cards
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| Which were never one in four
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| But optimistically as ever
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| As certain as the break of dawn
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| So am I a part of the play
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| Am I apart from the play
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| Am I a part of the grey
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| Am I a part of the wayside
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| When you’re at the turn of the page
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| From the mouse in it’s maze
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| From the heart in it’s cage to the stars and the moonlight
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| And I am fully aware
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| These four have been done before
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| And I know that you must be bored
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| I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t care
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| And to tell the truth now
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| No matter where I’m supposed to be
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| The substitutes are a poor excuse
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| It’s never a perfect symmetry
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| On the wain while down beneath the dust
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| And dullened in the distance, I’m no different I’m not there
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| As we spin round, further from the fairground
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| I see clearer now I’m distant
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| I’m no different almost anywhere
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| Would you notice all the same?
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| And its hard to take when I’m lost in the streets I used to know
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| Its a farce to fake like a peach without a stone
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| And its hard to take when I’m lost in the streets I used to know
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| Its a farce to fake like a peach without a stone
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| On the wain while down beneath the dust
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| And dullened in the distance, I’m no different I’m not there
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| As we spin round, further from the fairground
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| I see clearer now I’m distant
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| I’m no different I’m not there
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| On the wain while down beneath the dust
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| And dullened in the distance, I’m no different I’m not there |