| I, I always thought that I knew
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| I’d always have the right to
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| Be living in the kingdom of the good and true
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| And so on, but now I think I was wrong
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| And you were laughing along
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| And now I look a fool for thinking you were on, my side
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| Is it any wonder I’m tired?
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| Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
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| Is it any wonder I don’t know what’s right?
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| Sometimes
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| It’s hard to know where I stand
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| It’s hard to know where I am
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| Well maybe it’s a puzzle I don’t understand
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| But sometimes
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| I get the feeling that I’m
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| Stranded in the wrong time
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| Where love is just a lyric in a children’s rhyme, a sound bite
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| Is it any wonder that I’m tired?
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| Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
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| Is it any wonder I don’t know what’s right?
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| Oh, these days, after all the misery you made
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| Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
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| Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?
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| Nothing left beside this old cathedral
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| Just the sad lonely spires
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| How do you make it right
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| Oh, but you try
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| Is it any wonder I’m tired?
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| Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
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| Is it any wonder I don’t know what’s right?
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| Oh, these days, after all the misery you made
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| Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
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| Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed? |