| What you going to do when the problems mount up so high?
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| Parking your bags in the hallway, ready to fly?
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| What you going to do now your sugar fountain’s run dry?
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| Wringing your hands and trying to work out why?
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| Never ever, ever fall in love, well this could be true
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| But you’re tired of chasing rainbows, lost to heaven — who knows?
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| (Look for your saving grace)
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| The measure, slowly coming round now
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| The measure, they’ll catch you if they can
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| The measure, shows you what you’re worth now
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| The measure, the measure of a man
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| What your going to do when you’re tired of bruising your pride?
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| Spin a coin, choose a black or white side?
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| What you going to do when they take you on that long ride?
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| Change your name, to save your worthless hide?
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| Never ever, ever even know yourself, well this could be true
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| You’re tired of ringing numbers, all out of your tiny mind
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| (Fall onto your knees)
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| The measure, slowly coming round now
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| The measure, they’ll catch you if they can
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| The measure, shows you what you’re worth now
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| The measure, the measure of a man
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| Am I a lost 'cause? |
| Am I so see through?
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| All for the man who lives his attitudes
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| The measure, slowly coming round now
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| The measure, they’ll catch you if they can
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| The measure, shows you what you’re worth now
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| The measure, the measure of a man
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| The measure, slowly coming round now
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| The measure, they’ll catch you if they can
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| The measure, shows you what you’re worth now
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| The measure, the measure of a man |