the show is over, close the storybook |
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and all the random hands that i have shook |
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well, they’re reaching for the door |
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i watch the backs as they leave single-file |
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you stood stubborn, cheering all the while |
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i know this loser’s living fortunate |
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but i know you will love me either way |
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most were being good for goodness sake |
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but you wouldn’t pantomime |
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you are more beautiful when you awake |
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than most are in a lifetime |
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through the haze that is my memory |
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you stayed for drama though you paid for a comedy |
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i know this loser’s living fortunate |
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but i know you will love me either way |
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look ahead as far as you can see me |
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we live in drama but we die in a comedy |
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i know i can be colorful (when you live in black and white) |
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i know i can be grey (my colors fade away) |
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i know this loser’s living fortunate *outro |
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But i know you will love me either way |
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But I know you will love me |
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cause I know you will love me |
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I know you will love me either way |
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