| There’s no use trying to relate to that old song
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| And no use trying to debate that they’ve got it wrong
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| There’s no use pining for love when you’re on your own
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| And no use crying outside if nobody’s home
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| There’s no use flying to the moon if they won’t believe
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| So why do I go on, on repeat?
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| I was blinded by your memory
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| Like it’s someone else, like it wasn’t me
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| And there’s every chance I’ll be learning fast
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| And the day will come and then it will pass
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| What do you want when I say I won’t?
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| And though I try, I do the same, as though I must
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| And in the air of today is tomorrow’s dust
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| There’s no use trying to relate to that old song
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| And no use biding your time if the bell is tolled
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| I was blinded by your memory
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| Like it’s someone else, like it wasn’t me
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| And there’s every chance I’ll be learning fast
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| And the day will come and then it will pass
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| Sympathy for the fauna
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| Fragile life in the sauna
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| In the sea getting warmer
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| Endlessly 'round the corner
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| And though I try, I do the same, as though I must
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| And in the air of today is tomorrow’s dust |