| Am I awake?
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| Am I a sucker for anything or anyone?
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| Compiling words for an argument (yeah)
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| And now I’m sounding so vigilant (yeah)
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| In fact I know it’s my heart’s defense
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| Like curves that flow and the sand it spins
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| It spirals down through the hourglass
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| But who’s got time for that?
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| Well I could hold my head up to you
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| I could hold my head up to you
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| I could wish for better days
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| But be honest no one feels the same
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| In the garden I could look a fool
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| But be honest, babe, the pain was brutal
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| An optimist is sure to show (what's really going on below)
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| The taste of chocolate recognized
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| Well I’m not happy
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| I’m not happy
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| There’s eyes in the graveyard
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| He’s reading words on a dirty stone
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| His last words spoke through the telephone
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| Those words were sealed through an envelope
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| Well I could hope for better days, if no one steals my wheels away
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| In the garden I could look a fool
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| But be honest, babe, the pain was brutal
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| An optimist is sure to show (what's really going on below)
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| The taste of chocolate recognized
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| Well I’m not happy…
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| But you are
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| I’ve been put in the middle of…
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| No, I’m not just a body
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| Well I’ve been stuck in the middle of love
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| And now my heart’s with somebody |