| Some of us work for no one
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| While some of us get a job
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| Some of us travel far and wide
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| While some of us stay inside
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| Some of us rest with the sundown
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| Some of us stay awake
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| Making a five-course dinner
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| Look like a piece of cake
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| And I wanna believe they’re happy
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| I wanna believe they know
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| 'Cause some of us always doubt the idea
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| That it could be simple
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| The more I search
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| The lss I know anything
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| I’m used to someone
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| Not to looking for somthing
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| Anything goes
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| And nothing’s definitive
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| Used to believe
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| Now I’m stuck in my trying
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| Don’t let prejudice fool you
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| Don’t jump on too high a stool
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| Beware that the ones that used to screw you
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| Just look like they play it cool
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| And I wanna believe they’re happy
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| I wanna believe they know
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| 'Cause some of us always doubt the idea
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| That it could be simple
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| The more I search
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| The less I know anything
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| I’m used to someone
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| Not to looking for something
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| Anything goes
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| And nothing’s definitive
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| Used to believe
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| Now I’m stuck in my trying
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| Stuck in my trying
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| Stuck in my trying
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| The more I search
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| The less I know anything
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| I’m used to someone
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| Not to looking for something
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| Anything goes
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| And nothing’s definitive
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| Used to believe
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| Now I’m stuck in my trying
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| The more I search
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| The less I know anything
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| I’m used to someone
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| Not to looking for something
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| Anything goes
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| And nothing’s definitive
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| Used to believe
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| Now I’m stuck in my trying
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| Stuck in my trying |