| You say you got no problem
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| Being where you are
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| You don’t want to understand, anyway
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| Cause everybody tells ya
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| When you’re right or wrong
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| And they just want to have the right to disagree
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| Cause sometimes you feel so fine, yeah
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| And sometimes you fall
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| Tomorrow’s always find you
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| Digging for the bones
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| I thought you had the answer
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| For always being right
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| You always see it coming
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| But you never ever fight
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| You don’t know how to fight
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| There’s a cold wind blowing
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| On a silvery morning
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| And the air feels fine upon your face
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| And you walk cause your lonely
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| And you wish you had a job
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| Someone else who understood the little things
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| Cause sometimes you feel so fine, yeah
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| And sometimes you fall
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| Tomorrow’s always finds you
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| Staring at the wall
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| I thought you had the answer
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| For always being right
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| You always see it coming
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| But you never ever fight
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| No, you don’t know how to fight
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| And you turn on the T. V
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| And you reach for the phone
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| Because someone read the news to you all wrong
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| And you say that you’ve discovered
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| A world that won’t recover
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| And sometimes it’s so hard to disagree
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| Tomorrow’s always finds you
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| Staring at the wall
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| You thought you had the answer
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| For always being right
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| You always see it coming
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| But you don’t know how to fight
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| No, you don’t know how to fight |