A sense of duty
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was my one intention
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and an ugly beauty
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was my own invention
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Pride a proud refusal
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and I refuse
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to need your approval
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Too many seekers
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Too few beacons
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But through the fog
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we'll keep on beaming
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Through the crying hours
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of your glitter years
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all the living out
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of your tinsel tears
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and the midnight trains
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I never made
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'cos I'd already
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played...the game
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Everybody's
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got their own good reason
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why their favorite season
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is their favorite season
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Winter winners
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and those summers sons
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aren't good for everyone
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aren't good for everyone
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Spring has sprung
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and autumns well done
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so well done
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And it's a better thing
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that we do now
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forgetting everything
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the whys and hows
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While you reminisce
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about the things you miss
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you won't be ready
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to kiss...goodbye
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The earth is a world
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The world is a ball
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A ball in a game
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with no rules at all
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And just as I wonder
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at the beauty of it all
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you go and drop it
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and it breaks and falls
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I'll never understand
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why you thought I would
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need to be reassured
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and be understood
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When I always knew
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that your bad's my good
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and I was ready
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ready...to be loved
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Born under Mars
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With Jupiter rising
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Fallen from stars
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That lit my horizon
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I'll never understand
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why you thought I would
|
need to be reassured
|
and be understood
|
When I always knew
|
that your bad's my good
|
and I was ready
|
ready...to be
|
|
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Through the crying hours
|
of your glitter years
|
all the living out
|
of your tinsel tears
|
and the midnight trains
|
I never made
|
'cos I'd already
|
played
|
|
|
it's a better thing
|
that we do now
|
forgetting everything
|
the whys and hows
|
While you reminisce
|
about the things you miss
|
you won't be ready
|
to kiss...goodbye
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The Game
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Echo & The Bunnymen |