| I used to think joy, was the break between sorrow
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| Like peace was the break between wars
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| I’m still partly new now, but mostly older
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| And I can not say I’m so sure
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| I never trusted happiness, as far as I could throw it
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| Always preparing for the worst, 'cause I would know it
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| All of that hammering in the dark, like a new Noah working on his ark
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| On his ark
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| I may look back at today and feel foolish
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| My old view was right all along
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| I will rush in, where no angels are walking
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| And fight for the right to be wrong
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| 'Cause I never trusted happiness, as far as I could throw it
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| Always preparing for the worst, 'cause I would know it
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| Of that hammering in the dark, like a new Noah working on his ark
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| On his ark
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| Between my potential and the deep blue sea
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| There’s a rock and a diamond either side of me
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| Between our potential and the break of day
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| There is nothing at all in our way
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| Nothing in our way |