| This is much better than it ever was before,
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| And next year I better have my foot in the door,
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| 'Cause all along I felt it all so much.
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| Now I’m feeling strong, but hard work seems to get me nowhere.
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| So ears to the wall and listen for a shred of hope.
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| And I can’t ignore the sound of good to come, this time next year.
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| Nothing is better than making my own day,
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| But anything is better than wasting away.
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| When all along I let them get to me,
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| But not for long 'cause this time next year I’ll be listening.
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| So ears to the wall and listen for a shred of hope.
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| And I can’t ignore the sound of good to come, this time next year.
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| You can get next to me, but you can’t read my mind.
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| I’ll have faith in, I gotta have faith in, in what no one else will.
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| I’ll have faith in, I gotta have faith in, in what no one else will.
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| I’ll have faith in, I’ll have faith in, in what no one else will. |