| I was Mr Nice Guy too long
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| And I found out that was wrong
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| And I played the losing role
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| Now I’m standing at your door
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| Out in the cold again
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| Out in the cold again
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| I didn’t know just what was going on
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| Behind my back for so long
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| People that couldn’t tell right from wrong
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| Now I’m standing here all alone
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| Out in the cold again
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| Out in the cold again
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| Travelled up and down all around the world
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| Just to get to nowhere
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| In the final round I found
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| How many people really did care
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| And every time I try talking to you
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| You don’t hear what I’m going through
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| In this dog eat dog world I’m in
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| It’s a crying shame and it’s a sin
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| To be out in the cold again
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| To be out in the cold again
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| Travelled up and down, up and down, up and down
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| Just to end up nowhere, end up nowhere
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| In the final round I found
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| Many people did care
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| And then they welcome me back home
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| Right back into the fold
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| But I’m still out, still out here on a limb
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| I’m on the outside just looking in
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| Out in the cold again
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| Out in the cold again
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| Out in the cold again
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| In between the times where it feels alright
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| To the cold black night
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| In between the times where it feels alright
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| To the dead of the cold black night
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| In between the dusk and the dawn
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| And the cold black night
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| Trying not to get too uptight
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| Trying not to show the strain
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| Having to hide my pain
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| In between the times where it feels a little bit right
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| In the day, in the cold black night
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| In the early morning dawn |