| You ought to know by now
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| Nobody’s coming to make a sound
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| You take the fork to your mouth
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| Have no shame
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| Try to contain
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| What’s it like
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| What’s it like
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| When everybody says you ain’t trying
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| What’s it like
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| What’s it like
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| When everybody says you ain’t even trying
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| Oh, the faithful heart
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| Is when we start
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| With these trying things
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| Should have known better
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| To ask for something
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| You wouldn’t give
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| You take the words from your mouth
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| And nobody knows what the truth is
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| So what’s the point
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| What’s the point
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| When everybody else ain’t even trying
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| What’s the point, what’s the point
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| When everybody else ain’t even trying
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| Oh, the faithful heart
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| Is when we start
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| With these trying things
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| Oh, everybody’s got their own part in their own play
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| And I wish I could pour some salt on this tepid rain
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| But oh, the faithful heart
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| Is when we start
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| With these trying things |