| it’s hard to rely on my good intentions
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| when my head’s full of things that i can’t mention
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| seems i usually get things right
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| but i can’t understand what i did last night
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| it’s hard to rely on my own good senses
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| when i miss so much that requires attention
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| have to laugh at myself sometimes
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| and i can see that i’m not blind
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| there’s little relief
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| give us reprieve
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| for all the things i’ve left behind
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| i’m positive that i’m not blind
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| i’m not afraid things won’t get better
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| but it feels like this has gone on forever
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| you have to cry with your own blue tears
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| have to laugh with your own good cheer
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| it’s hard to rely on my good intentions
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| when my head’s full of things that i can’t mention
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| seems i usually get things right
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| but i can’t understand what i did last night
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| there’s little relief
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| give us reprieve
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| imagining the world outside
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| i’m positive that i’m not blind
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| i can’t be hard on you
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| 'cause you know i’ve been there too
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| learned a lot of things from you
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| but life gives little relief
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| give us reprieve
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| and when everyone is cold as ice
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| i clinch my fists and close my eyes
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| imagining the world outside
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| but i can see that i’m not blind |