On this here street where I do sit
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Lives a man we can't forgive
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His felony was jealousy
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An impossible personality
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And if you think it's you then let me know
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He wasn't rich, he wasn't poor
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Though how he longed for so much more
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At night he dreamed of buccaneers
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Pirate ships and privateers
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And if you think it's you then let me know
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His window was his favourite seat
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For watching history repeat
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Was he cursed or was he blessed
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In the end well he confessed
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And if you think it's you then let me know
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This is what he said...
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The warning signs
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Are on my wall
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There's no feelin' anymore
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Has it always been like this?
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Signed and sealed without a kiss
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Well I know it's there
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It's just something that I missed
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And through the tears of madness
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Souvenirs of sadness
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Is all he sees, all he sees
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So how do I begin to end this tale?
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Of a time when all was well
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And he'd laze on summer days
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Down by the lake
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Where the seagulls play
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What a way
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To waste his days
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Who is to blame?
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Have I been framed
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Who is to blame
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Have I been framed
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For the death of these days?
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Confessions Of A.D.D.D
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| The Coral |
