| Did you know that I lost my way?
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| When I thought I’d finally found it?
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| When I caught a glimpse of something inside
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| That there’s no way around it
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| And did I know? |
| Well of course I did
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| But to know is not to feel
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| And I feel it now, like never before
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| Christ, it’s all too real
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| And did you know, that I shake inside
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| When I walk out of the front door
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| When I call a friend, or even your name
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| Must be something there to shake for
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| And now is the shadow on everything
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| And you won’t know how to shake it
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| You can feel the love, just trying to get in
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| But you won’t know how to take it
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| And so in place of a sense of worth
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| He’s attached a kind of game
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| And if we play along, he promises to smile
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| He just needs to be retrained
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| He just needs to be retrained
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| We just need to be retrained |