| Everyday you must say
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| so how do I feel about my life
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| anything is hard to find
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| when you will not open your eyes
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| when will you accept yourself?
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| I am sick and I am dull
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| and I am plain
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| how dearly I’d love to get carried away
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| oh but dreams have a knack of just not coming true
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| and time is against me now
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| Who and what to blame?
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| anything is hard to find
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| when you will not open your eyes
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| when will you accept yourself?
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| for heaven’s sake
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| anything is hard to find
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| when you will not open your eyes
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| everyday you must say
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| how do I feel about the past
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| Others conquered love — but I ran
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| I sat in my room and I drew up a plan
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| but plans can fall through as so often they do
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| and time is against me now
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| And there’s no one left to blame
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| tell me when will you
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| when will you accept your life
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| the one that you hate
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| for anything is hard to find
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| when you will not open your eyes
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| everyday you must say
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| how do I feel about my shoes
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| They make me awkward and plain
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| how dearly I would love to kick with the fray
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| but I once had a dream and it never came true
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| and time is against me now
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| time is against me now
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| And there’s no one but yourself to blame
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| anything is hard to find
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| when you will not open your eyes
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| anything is hard to find
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| for heaven’s sake
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| anything is hard to find
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| when you will not open your eyes
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| when will you accept yourself?
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| when? |