| No, there ain’t nothing special 'bout my life, my egoism is so not
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| But oh so comfortably confusion ins my life, pleased to meet you baby, baby
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| 'Cause I’ve got infinity to bring me a little paradise… there you are to
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| kiss me
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| Must you always live right now? |
| But I always see you right in the middle of
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| Everybody’s life, singing everybody wants me there, but everybody
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| Wants to put me down
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| What could be lonely 'bout you? |
| What could be lonely 'bout you baby?
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| You’re immaculately touched, and they love you that much
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| Whatever’s lonely bout you only makes me totally convinced that
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| My own personal gravity serves me well
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| Why am I always misinterpretting my guilt? |
| My happiness makes me sad sometimes
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| And I’m no guardian angel but I can loan you mine
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| They’re tickling all my precious depressions
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| So melancholy’s bringing me a little of what he calls paradise
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| I’m bored with my elation, it humors me to tears sometimes
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| But always manages to put a little hickey on everybody’s mind
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| Why does everybody want me here, but no one here can give me reasons why
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| Why do I do everything «dis» integration likes? |
| I’m grieving with my patience’s
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| patience
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| And all constant information tells me is… no one wants to put me down here
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| But everyone was dumb enough to come |