| Some of us will always be content to be on the side of the losers
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| Some of us are resigned to the fact that beggars can’t be choosers
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| At the risk of being a pain you ask your question
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| But the fear of losing again builds the tension
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| So you bide your time, collect your thoughts, await another opportunity
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| And you abandon with the strain, you pour yourself another glass of immunity
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| You take your breath and take your chances
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| But can you take the knocks and sideways glances
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| Some of us will make waves
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| Some of us will be brave
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| Some of us will be safe
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| So the time seems right, you say your speech and give them all your reasons
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| You express yourself correctly, politely, but you couldn’t really hope to
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| please them
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| You said your piece and stood your ground
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| And you’re quite surprised that you’re still around
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| Some of us will make waves
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| Some of us will be brave
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| Some of us will be safe
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| Some of us will make waves
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| Some of us will be brave
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| Some of us will be safe |