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Should I tell you why I feel so down,
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when all I've carried for days is
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the same old doubts?
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Well I'd tell you if I'd had a plan,
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only you're one of those with
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your head in the sand.
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While I don't feel so afraid,
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maybe this is just some kind of phase,
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but I don't care about the wind in my face.
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'cos I'm not alone, these days.
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Could I tell you how I hear those sounds?
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Well I've been roaming the streets with
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my head in the cloud,
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and I won't need to show you my heart.
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'Cos all I need in my hands is an Electric Guitar.
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Well I thought that you understood,
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that friends like these won't ever do me no good.
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'cos I have never known the people I should,
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but I'm not alone, these days.
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Maybe I misunderstood
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NOT ALONE
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| Bernard Butler |
