| Everybody’s waiting for me, to say something nice
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| I guess I should be happy for you, but it doesn’t feel quite right
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| So, what do I say, what do I do, & does it really matter?
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| I can’t decide, if I even care
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| I’m not taking a side, changing my mind, or believing all the chatter
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| I’m just trying to find, my own way out of here
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| So you take charge, of a slow start, in a lost art kind of a way
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| But, it’s a halfhearted, disregarded, post card solution to me
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| They all believe you, now
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| It’s so misleading, now
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| I heard someone bragging on you, you really stepped up to the plate
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| &, through all the years you caused so much trouble, they knew you’d make good
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| one day
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| So, what do you say, what do you do? |
| I know you think it matters
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| I’m so convinced, that you’re exactly the same
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| You’ve made up your mind, & taken a side, you believed all the chatter
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| Whatever you do, you belong right here
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| So you take charge, of a slow start, in a lost art kind of a way
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| But, it’s a halfhearted, disregarded, post card solution to me
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| They all believe you, now
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| It’s so misleading, now
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| Everyone was waiting, but you never came
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| They raised their glasses, they toasted your name
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| You were off somewhere, just trying to forget,
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| Where you came from
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| When reality comes, it’ll hit you like a brick
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| From the sidelines your whole worlds watching
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| It’s hard to deny, what I said all along
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| You’re a liar, & we’ve all been had |