Too many struggles, too many scenes
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a broken record of miseries
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and if you let it, it makes you cry
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and you can never be satisfied
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I see the victims of low esteem
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the empty people without a dream
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the bitter faces of bitter men
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and I don't want to end up one of them
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How will it make me cry
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if I won't let a tear in my eye
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how will it make me feel worse
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if I won't let it hurt
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I've been through trouble before
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I stood tall when I got up off the floor
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to find myself a different situation
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Now when the sun rolls across the sky
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and the autumn leaves fall before my eyes
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I can see the reason why
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I remember how to forget
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Too many troubles and memories
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of disappointment and apathy
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and if you let it, it makes you hate
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you've got to learn to take it day by day
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I see the victims of low esteem
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the empty people without a dream
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the bitter faces of bitter men
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but I don't want to be one of them
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I see the sun roll across the sky
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and the autumn leaves fall before my eyes
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and I know the reason why
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I feel so fine
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I Remember How To Forget
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| Adrian Belew |
