| If you could pull yourself away from that mess
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| Surely if you could pack a punch then you can pack a dress
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| 'Cause hot on the trail of self pity is wilderness
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| Like hot on the heels of heartbreak is happiness
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| It’s an upward struggle just to be yourself (To be yourself)
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| And if I climb too far I’ll end up on the shelf
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| When sorry’s have been said and tears, tears have dried
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| I’m still the easy route to easy ride
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| If you could just have a good word with yourself
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| Convince yourself you’re you and no-one else
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| Restore your confidence and your pride
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| A soldier don’t need no-one by their side
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| It seems as though there’s only me to blame (Me To Blame)
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| Pushover, must be my middle name
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| Just because he flushed love down the drain
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| Doesn’t mean your little heart can’t be reclaimed
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| If you could just have a good word with yourself
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| Convince yourself you’re you and no-one else
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| Restore your confidence and your pride
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| A soldier don’t need no-one by their side
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| And I know that what I’ve chosen’s second best
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| And if the passport was there then I’d say yes
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| But departure leaves a fully feathered nest
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| This easy bird is easily impressed
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| This easy bird is easily impressed
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| Your little wings broken, nest destroyed
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| The love that he talked of, null and void
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| If you knew you were a plaything with which they toyed
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| Your little heart would now be the employed
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| Next time I choose to love I’ll take good aim
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| Miss out on his sweet talk and his blame
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| Then when I miss the target you can’t complain
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| It’s only the sure-shot actually feels the pain
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| It’s only the sure-shot actually feels the pain
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| It’s only the sure-shot actually feels the pain |