| God knows I’ve tried to bridge the gap,
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| I’ve tried to be me and time after time I’ve lied,
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| Just to say the things you wanted to hear,
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| Look, look what I’ve done, look what I do,
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| I’m starting to pull myself through.
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| Hell could feasibly freeze,
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| But in your eyes I’ll always be,
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| The fountainhead,
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| The boy whose thoughts keep running away,
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| And you know I’m right.
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| Wasn’t it you who said,
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| That when looking to open the eyes in my head,
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| And now I can see from your mistakes,
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| You’re as blind as me,
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| God knows I’ve tried, god knows I try,
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| To be something more than I am.
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| Hell could feasibly freeze,
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| But in your eyes I’ll always be,
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| The fountainhead,
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| The boy whose thoughts keep running away,
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| And you know I’m right.
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| What can I say about being profound?
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| It’s a game that we play it goes round and around,
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| I shall stick to the rules but I won’t suffer fools,
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| And I won’t lose the plot and I won’t lose my cool,
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| Can’t you see what I’ve done, can’t you see what I do,
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| It’s not really unique and it’s hopelessly crude,
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| But these are my decisions, these are my mistakes,
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| And I’ll fall down again if that’s what it takes. |