| Sometimes I’d like to be
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| Of use in the face of someone else’s war
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| You can make a nothing out of me
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| And someone else could be celebrated, celebrated even more
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| Regardless of what I’m supposed to try preserving
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| I could watch it fall into, fall into the past
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| I could catch the medal for someone more deserving
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| I could watch it fall apart, fall apart at last
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| But lately, in my dreams
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| I’ve been spelling my name all wrong
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| Don’t have a grip on what it means
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| But it’s been happening 'til these feelings came along
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| Sometimes I’d like to be
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| A minute character in someone else’s dream
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| Just an extra, a passing shadow
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| In the background of the celebrating winning team
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| Regardless of what I’m supposed to try preserving
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| I could watch it fall into, fall into the past
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| I could catch the medal for someone more deserving
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| I could watch it fall apart, fall apart at last
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| But lately, in my dreams
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| I’ve been spelling my name all wrong
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| Don’t have a grip on what it means
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| But it’s been happening 'til these feelings came along |