| It’s hard to be sure when you’re certain
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| Harder still to come clean when you’re dry
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| It’s hard to believe when the truth is
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| Something tells you otherwise…
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| And it’s hard to arrive and not be there
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| Harder still to attempt and not try
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| It’s hard to maintain the illusion
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| That you’re never satisfied
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| Wake up!
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| Well it’s hard to unwind the vicious circles
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| Harder still to repay borrowed time
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| It’s hard to make sense when the
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| Senseless rule with an airtight alibi
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| Well it’s hard to lose face with the faithless
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| Harder still to conceive the unsaid
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| It’s hard to believe when the truth is
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| Something tells you otherwise…
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| What kind of man bites the hand while still feeding
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| Takes all he can while the rest is receding?
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| What kind of man never feels his heart beating?
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| All those on favor scream… «This bears repeating!»
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| When the walls come tumbling down
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| They will fall without a sound
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| What kind of man bites the hand while still feeding
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| Takes all he can while the rest is receding?
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| What kind of man never feels his heart beating?
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| All those on favor scream… «This bears repeating!» |