| You’ll be accepting my apology for taking things too seriously
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| Sometimes I’m old enough to keep routines
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| Sometimes I’m child enough to scream
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| For everything I broke in two
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| You’re barely missing me, I’m missing you and everything you do
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| I really do, I really do, sure I do
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| My once photographic memory for recollection’s sake is failing me
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| I can’t remember for the life of me
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| Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite
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| My pens paint people that I’ve proven wrong
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| Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite
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| My pens paint people that I’ve proven wrong
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| But we move on
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| Get a job where I can tell all of my accounts of someone else
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| I’m quick enough to judge that they were wrong and that we knew it all along
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| Sing a long, long-winded song I would be content to hum along
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| If I state that my fingers know where to show what everyone should have known
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| I’ll let it go
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| Hopefully you’ll forget that words that I put in print
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| My luck, you’ll change and have strength enough to walk away
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| Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite
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| My pens paint people that I’ve proven wrong
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| Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite
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| My pens paint people that I’ve proven wrong
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| But we move on
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| Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite
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| My pens paint people that I’ve proven wrong
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| Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite
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| My pens paint people that I’ve proven wrong
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| Read and rewrite it wrong |