| I don’t write 'cause I don’t think
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| I don’t have a need to speak
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| I don’t see the bright side, quite as clear
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| Accolades and happy days
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| They don’t ever last
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| Stories of courage clouded up with fear
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| In the broom grass I would l lie
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| Glimmer in my eye, the sun smiled back on me
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| From Victory, I tried
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| To match eternal light with how I lead my life
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| Of course, I was forced to retreat
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| From victory I accept defeat
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| Waxy green and yellow walls
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| Outside my windows fall
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| Covering the light I thought I’d see
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| Am I sad or am I sick?
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| What’s at the root of it?
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| Do I throw my hands and quit?
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| Something tells me no
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| In the broom grass I would l lie
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| Glimmer in my eye, the sun smiled back on me
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| From victory, I tried
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| To match eternal light with how I lead my life
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| Of course, I was forced to retreat
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| From victory I accept defeat
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| Worries on all sides of my mind
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| In silence, my darkness is denied
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| In the broom grass I would l lie
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| Glimmer in my eye, the sun smiled back on me
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| From victory, I tried
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| To match eternal light with how I lead my life
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| Of course, I was forced to retreat
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| From victory I accept defeat
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| From victory I accept defeat |