| Hard times at a gentle pace
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| Like stone I am weathered slowly
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| Building on my disgrace
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| When I know there’s a better way
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| I’m falling out of favour
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| With every breath I take
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| There’s no excuse for bad behaviour
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| Somebody’s counting all our mistakes
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| I fill my head up with pleasant notions
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| One day I’ll just walk away
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| Dark nights and working days
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| Like spirits rushing past you
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| Headlong towards the grave
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| Searching for a place to rest
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| In silence we stand alone
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| Until the lessons over
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| Many questions come and go And still the answers won’t set you free
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| I fill my head up with pleasant notions
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| One day I’ll just walk away
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| Tell me the truth again
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| Then try to stop me laughing
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| I’m sure that what you say
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| You really believe in My world is a perfect gray
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| A compromise of standards
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| Only conscience remains
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| But I won’t let you walk over me I fill my head up with pleasant notions
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| How could I be sure
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| I fill my head up with pleasant notions
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| One day I’ll just walk away |