| I don’t know the meaning of much
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| I don’t know the right expressions
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| I don’t have too much intuition
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| Or too many credentials
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| I don’t know the meaning of much
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| I never make the best impressions
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| And I don’t have the means of expression
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| To explain my obsessions
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| All I’m trying to tell you
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| All I’m trying to say
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| All I’m trying to tell you is this is enough
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| But you’re walking away
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| I don’t have the Midas touch
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| I never make a good impression
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| And yes, I have the scars of ambition
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| And its many expressions
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| And I don’t know the price of stuff
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| And no, I don’t command attention
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| And I don’t have sophistication
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| Or the right connections
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| All I’m trying to tell you
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| All I’m trying to say
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| All I’m trying to tell you is this is enough
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| But you’re walking away
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| There’s no room in the world for your kind of beauty
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| Yours are the names on tomorrows newspapers
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| Yours is the face of the desperate edge of now
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| When, like the snows of yesteryear I’ll be gone from this earth
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| All I’m trying to tell you
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| All I’m trying to say
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| All I’m trying to tell you is this is enough?
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| But you’re walking away
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| La La La La La
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| Wherever you go
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| Wherever you run
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| Wherever you go
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| Now I’ll be the pilot |