| You know some things about yourself
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| You know how to keep them in
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| You think you know your mind
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| Will hold you through thick and thin
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| Or whatever the weather throws at you
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| There will always be shelter here for you
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| And anything that you want is served for you
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| I know you need your sense of false security
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| Your clause to get you out
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| 'Cos whatever you run into
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| Whatever you run into
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| Whatever you run into
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| Will lay you out
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| You take a selected group of friends
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| Whose reputations you fear
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| You’re making all the noise
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| But they see you’re still here
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| They don’t care if you don’t do what you say
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| Sit and talk like you did the other day
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| It doesn’t alter a damn thing either way
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| You haven’t moved and you can’t do that much else
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| Except change the clouds
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| 'Cos whatever you run into
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| Whatever you run into
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| Whatever you run into
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| Will lay you out
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| I know persuasion holds you back
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| Services that you owe
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| You try and fight it out
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| Paralysis still grows
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| And I can see that you’re giving up the ghost
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| Can’t get hold of the things you want the most
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| You chase your dream and the same old story goes
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| Like something throws you up in the air
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| And you land in a public house
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| 'Cos whatever you run into
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| Whatever you run into
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| Whatever you run into
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| Will lay you out |