| I don’t shine like the others do
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| I’m so close, and so far
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| From the light you see them standing in
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| I’ll come running if you tell me to
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| Upstate, I’m too late
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| And the turnpike’s choking up again
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| Who do I think I am
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| Rushing in where I can’t win
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| And I am always
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| Crumbling beneath this
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| Heavy weight, much to say
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| Is this way always
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| Take me down to the bowery
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| Break bread, you said
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| I’m a loyal one, I’m a lot of fun
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| Find a garden and will burn it down
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| Someday I’ll say
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| I was wrong to feel so overcome
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| This is all dimensional
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| Its alternate, appropriate
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| Maybe it’s a ritual
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| A sacrifice, a drink on ice
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| I am unconventional
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| And with this truth I come to you
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| With this truth I come to you
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| Who do I think I am
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| Rushing in where I can’t win
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| And I am always
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| Crumbling beneath this
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| Heavy weight, much to say
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| Is this way always
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| I’m so close, and so far |