| Of all the things you wished you’d never done
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| I’ve heard you say that this is number one
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| Another life down another road
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| Perhaps you’re better off to never know
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| Don’t dream of all the ways things could have been
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| Remember all the faces you let in
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| Remember all the faces still unseen
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| And soon enough, you’ll see just what I mean
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| There’s nothing to cry about
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| 'Cause baby, baby, you’re out
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| You’ve always felt it’s hard to voice complaints
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| But what you voice is what will drive your fate
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| And old things never really got that bad
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| Dreams of greener grass’ll drive you mad
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| Don’t dream of all the ways things could’ve been
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| Remember all the faces you let in
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| Remember all the faces still unseen
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| And soon enough, you’ll see just what I mean
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| There’s nothing to cry about
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| 'Cause baby, baby, you’re out
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| Baby, you’re out
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| Baby, you’re out
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| Baby, you’re out |