| Sometimes for the greater good
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| I do what I know I should
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| But even so it often seems
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| That what I should is ill-conceived
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| There was a time when what went wrong
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| Was closely tied to who’d belong
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| In lifeboat seats that fill up fast
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| Musical chairs for real at last
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| There’s a place inside your eye
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| Where I could never hope to be
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| Yet I’m sure you always see
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| A less than perfect side of me
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| There’s a time when boundaries fade
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| And marchers lead their own parade
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| Ignoring 'go's and stops and yields
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| While patient crowds still line the fields
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| There’s a place we always go
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| And though we plan to take it slow
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| It feels we just arrive and then
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| We blink and have to leave again
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| There’s a place inside my mind
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| Where this is all completely fine
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| That’s a place I’ve never been
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| And never hope to go again
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| Never hope to go again
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| I never hope to go again
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| Never hope to go again
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| Sometimes for the greater good
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| I do what I know I should
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| Sometimes for the greater good
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| I do what I know I should |