| Maybe I’m too ignorant
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| Keep it in the moment
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| Or maybe it’s irrelevant
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| See I don’t feel that different
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| So pretend that we are something else
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| Let’s all pretend we are someone else
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| As long as I’m anybody else
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| Let’s all pretend, all pretend
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| Do we really have to dig up all those ghosts again?
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| Or is it better they just lay where they lie?
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| Yeah, do you really have to bring up all those ghosts again?
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| Maybe it’s better they just stayed where they died
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| We keep on running through the ways in which I let you down
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| Well I prefer it in the back of my mind
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| Yeah, we keep on running through the ways in which I let you down
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| Well I prefer it in the back of my mind
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| It’s just the same, old shame
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| I don’t feel nothing different
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| Things don’t change
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| I don’t see nothing different
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| It’s just the same, old day
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| And we are nothing different
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| Things don’t change
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| Change, change
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| Who do we remember?
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| There could be any number of them
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| We could pick a number
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| I’ll start it up all over again
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| We’ve always almost given it up
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| We like to tell ourselves «We know we could stop.»
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| When really we’re just making it up
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| We make it up, break it up
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| Break it into little pieces
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| That we scatter around
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| Then we pretend
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| That we don’t know what we’ve done
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| We break up into little pieces
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| That we leave around
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| Then we complain
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| About the damage we’ve done
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| It’s been an endless parade
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| Of impossible days
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| That we’ll miss
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| Once we leave them behind
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| It’s been an endless parade
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| Of impossible days
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| Please let it be different
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| This time
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| Please let it be different this time…
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| Please let it be different this time…
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| Please let it be different this time…
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| Please let it be different this time…
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| Please let it be different this time…
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| Please let it be different this time…
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| Please let it be different this time…
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| Please let it be different this time… |