| And then, we wake up in the morning
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| Now we’ve had our fill and the glass is empty
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| But when, I get down to the bottom
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| My mind has not forgotten
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| I’m an optimist, you’re a clean slate, maybe
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| It’s pale, the diary of forever,
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| And I’ll know full stop from your flawless entry
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| Some fools, want to throw together
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| Like spectators making better
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| With the ground still hot when the shove is friendly
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| You have said, You have said
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| Your name is not for me I try not to be Disappointed
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| You have said, you have said
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| Your name is not for me I try not to be Disappointed
|
| And then, we wake up in the morning
|
| Now we’ve had our fill and the glass is empty
|
| But when, I get down to the bottom
|
| My mind has not forgotten
|
| I’m an optimist, you’re a clean slate, maybe
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| You have said you have said
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| Your name is not for me I try not to be Disappointed
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| You have said you have said
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| Your name is not for me I try not to be Disappointed |