| Another disappointed soul
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| Well I tried, I tried to keep it in control
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| Well I, I will end up on the dole
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| It’s my life, and I’ll fall into that goal
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| And well Blue you’ve got me on the go
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| But don’t worry, you’ll never know
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| And your eyes, they’re never cold
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| To me, well at least, that’s what I’ve been told
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| And girl, you made my dreams come true
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| It’s all a clue, that it was all for you
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| My self is still waiting in queue
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| It’s all that I, well all I want to do
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| I know when I look into the sky
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| There is no meaning
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| Girl I’m the only one believing
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| And that there’s nothing to believe in
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| I’m dreaming
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| My aspirations got a ceiling
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| Well I’m constantly cleaning
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| The scars of your dealings
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| And well my guts are on the floor
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| For you to adore me
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| And all that I could be
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| And see, girl, what I say
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| On the horizon
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| The skies are grey
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| The skies are grey
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| Has this hit?
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| Has this hit?
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| See girl I wish it hit
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| You know I wish it hit
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| You see I’m tired every night
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| See things never seem quite right
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| I’m never fully content
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| I wish it worked and went well for once
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| But if you’re a cunt and people are cunts
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| They pull stunts to stunt your progress
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| But know it’s slow to digest
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| The way your insides stress
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| You’re not blessed
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| You’re definitely not blessed
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| I don’t deserve history repeating itself
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| I always see myself getting picked up and left back on the shelf
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| Again and again and again and again
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| You’re not my pen
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| You’re my paper
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| You’re not my heart
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| You’re its breaker
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| You’re its breaker
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| You’re its breaker
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| You’re its breaker
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| You’re its breaker |