| Scattered shadows on a wall, you watch the long light fall
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| Some impressions stay and some will fade
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| Tattered shoes outside your door, clothes all on the floor
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| Your life feels like the morning after all year long
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| And every day it starts again
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| You cannot say if you’re happy
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| You keep trying to be
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| Try harder, maybe, maybe
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| This is not your year
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| This is not your year
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| Movies, TV screens reflect just what you expected
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| There’s a world of shiny people somewhere else
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| Out there following their bliss
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| Living easy, getting kissed
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| While you wonder what else you’re doing wrong
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| And every day it starts again
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| You cannot say if you’re happy
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| You keep trying to be
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| Try harder, maybe, maybe
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| This is not your year
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| This is not your year
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| Breathe through it, write a list of desires
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| Make a toast, make a wish, slash some tires
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| Paint a heart repeating, beating «don't give up, don’t give up, don’t give up.»
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| Scattered shadows on a wall, you watch the long light fall
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| Some impressions stay and some will fade away
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| And every day it starts again
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| Someday you’ll say that you’re happy
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| So keep trying to be
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| Try harder, maybe, maybe
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| This is not your year
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| This is not your year |