| Safe, safe — enjoy your time feeling so safe
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| And treasure that smile on your face, okay?
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| ‘Cause time will see that it’s replaced in a while
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| So go on & smile, smile, handshakes all around, that’s your style
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| And no one would call it denial
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| For you’re not even sure what’s in store, though it’s more
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| Than you’ll be able to take standing up straight
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| And it won’t be okay
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| And you won’t be somebody who it’s just happening to
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| It’s a trap that you, and only you
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| Have laid, laid with a towel up over your face
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| In your armchair, just lying in wait
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| Waiting forces were gathering outside your door
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| They sharpened their knives, knives and smiled with no smiles in their eyes
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| A little bit larger in size
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| And a little bit hungrier for that tiny prize
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| And my mother she said «Son, remember this, no matter what someone did
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| That they once were just a kid
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| At breast and in bib, in blanket and crib
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| So just reach inside yourself and find that part that still needs help
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| Find that part in someone else and you’ll do good»
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| So I thought that I would
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| So hey, hey — I love you, it goes without saying
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| I would give you the world on a tray
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| Though they’re already tracing a line across your throat
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| Far too late in the game you’ll find that you have been betrayed
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| Propped up and pushed into your place
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| I could claim that it all would go great, but the reason I came
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| Is to say that it won’t
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| You should know that it won’t
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| You should know that it won’t
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| You should know that it won’t
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| And so, Phillip, let go |