| The more I learn the less I know
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| Could you make mine straight absolute?
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| The more I fail the less I try
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| Ask not of me the reason why
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| Oh, my sentimental fool
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| Have I got a tale for you
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| The woman I love is not content
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| The life I made, it ain’t what I meant
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| The space I’m in is filled with love
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| The state I’m in is pitiful
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| Oh, my sentimental fool
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| Have I got a tale for you
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| But, when she calls my name
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| We’re almost happy, she’s almost like you
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| Yes, when she calls my name
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| We’re almost there
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| Man, she’s almost like you
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| The longer I live the less I believe
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| And all I lost is all I need
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| The life I made is filled with regret
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| And I can’t tell the half of it
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| The woman I love has lost her faith
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| And I just watch as she fades away
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| The space I’m in is filled with love
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| The shape I’m in ain’t beautiful
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| Oh, my sentimental fool
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| Have I got a tale for you
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| Oh, my sentimental fool
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| I’m draining the glass for you
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| Do you see my girl?
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| She’s almost like you |