| Pick up the fragments and piece them together
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| Tell me do you like what you’ve found?
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| Are your thoughts like the earth spinning round?
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| Existence is pure pantomime
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| Why is life such a puzzle sometimes?
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| Trapped in a world I no longer feel part of
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| Each day is a thorn in my side
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| Though I’ve carried my cross, worn my heart on my sleeve
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| Still deep inside something has died
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| If men have a sell-by date I’ve just reached mine
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| Now we’ve come to the end of the line
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| Why is life such a puzzle sometimes?
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| Well I just can’t believe that it’s happened again
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| Always knew that it would, just a matter of when
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| A lie was the last straw on this camel’s back
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| And just like Lot’s wife I could never look back
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| So maybe the reason I act so estranged is you still dream of him
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| It’s you that has changed
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| No method to madness, no reason to rhyme
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| Now we’ve come to the end of the line
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| Why is life such a puzzle sometimes?
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| Well I just can’t believe that it’s happened again
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| Always knew that it would, just a matter of when
|
| A lie was the last straw on this camel’s back
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| And just like Lot’s wife I could never look back
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| So maybe the reason I act so estranged is you still dream of him
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| It’s you that has changed
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| If men have a sell-by date I’ve just reached mine
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| Now we’ve come to the end of the line
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| Why is life such a puzzle sometimes?
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| Why is life such a puzzle sometimes? |