| I’m walking round pretty down on my luck
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| When I saw my reflection in puddle and said to myself
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| 'how's ot come so cold and numb in this town of mine
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| There must be something in the pipeline for me
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| Just give half a chance and surely you see
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| That Ive got more to give then someboday with no heart and soul
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| Well hey, anyway, how could you possibly understand or see
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| See that we
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| We’re poles apart in another land. |
| but I gotta say, get if off my chest
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| What goods potential if i got no interest? |
| at all, anymore, none at all
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| I’m walking round pretty down on myself
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| And I’m passing the places were I used to play when I was a kid
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| Blink of an eye and time goes by in this town of mine
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| My mother told me 'dont let them hold you back
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| I know that its easy just to sit around having the crack'
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| Thats no good good I know I can do much more than this
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| So hey, anyway, how could you possibly understand, or see
|
| See that we
|
| We’re poles apart in another land. |
| but I gotta say, get if off my chest
|
| What goods potential if I got no interest? |
| at all, anymore, none at all
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| None at all (x3)
|
| So hey, anyway, how could you possibly understand, or see
|
| See that we
|
| We’re poles apart in another land. |
| but I gotta say, get if off my chest
|
| What goods potential if I got no interest? |
| at all, anymore, none at all
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| None at all (x2) |