| Oh hindsight, you tricky little thing
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| You keep me on my toes
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| Thought you’d sit this complication out
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| But my lover’s soul knows
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| Oh conscious you drunk stubborn thing
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| So prim until the wind blows
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| Daytime makes you stop and think
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| But at night my body knows
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| It’s a hi life crisis
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| It’s my light that’s always green for you inside
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| Oh fickle fickle dreams
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| With dreams like these, would you even want me?
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| Old stranger, you’re still standing
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| I need you out your clothes
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| Quickly before I lose my nerve
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| We both know how this nonsense goes
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| Oh new broom, you sweep up clean
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| Putting that swing back in my stride
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| The next time our fingers brush
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| I’ll wear that same old guilty smile
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| It’s a hi life crisis
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| It’s my light that’s always green for you inside
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| Oh fickle fickle dreams
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| With dreams like these, would you even want me?
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| Life is beautiful sometimes
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| Feels like spring is here again
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| Don’t take it for granted
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| But the grass is greener
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| It’s a hi life crisis
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| It’s my light that’s always green for you inside
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| Oh fickle fickle dreams
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| With dreams like these, would you even want me? |