| Standing up to the world and all you see, now
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| Telling yourself you’ve gone away for good, now
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| But there’s not enough time
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| And there’s no really good reason
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| To return now
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| Feeling horrid and happy seems the same, now
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| A crazed grin and furrowed brow’s the norm, now
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| But you know there’s a difference
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| A subtle inhibition
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| That you try to block out of
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| Your fragile mind now
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| Giving all that you’ve got to think good thoughts, now
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| And you find you’ve given all of it to her, now
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| But there’s not enough time
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| And there’s no really good reason
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| To return now
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| I’ve heard 'em say «everybody plays the fool», now
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| But I’ll never be anybody’s dupe, no
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| 'cause there’s not enough time
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| And always a good reason
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| To return now
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| I’ve felt pain, I’ve been anesthetized
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| By sharper tongues and brighter eyes
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| Weak at the knees and petrified
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| I’ve bowed down before and f**ked my pride
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| The last time I went away
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| Was only when I was out of my mind
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| But this time it’s for real
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| And I can’t get myself to get up to return now (Koski) |