| A pretty pass in the rear-view mirror,
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| It’s coming on the overtake…
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| I’ve got to stop panicking,
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| Got to stay cool,
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| Got to learn to live with my mistakes.
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| Overdue debt to the taxman,
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| I tried to have and eat my cake.
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| I think I must have been crazy in retrospect;
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| All the lines run together.
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| They just don’t seem to connect.
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| I want to update my memory,
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| I want to rewrite my past…
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| Ooh, now I found out: no chance.
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| I think I must have been crazy
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| To do the stuff I did
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| I think I must have been crazy, crazy, crazy.
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| I think I must have been crazy
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| But that’s the price we pay —
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| Every lucky throw of the dice
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| Will come back to us one of these days
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| I want to update my memory,
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| I want to rewrite my past,
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| I don’t like what it’s telling me,
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| It all floods back so fast;
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| I guess I was my own worst enemy,
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| Now I’ve come to a pretty pass.
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| A pretty pass, a pretty pass,
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| There’s nothing pretty in the past
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| I think I must have been crazy, crazy.
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| Crazy to do what I did. |