Nobody's perfect, and that's something that
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I'm sure she'll know
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'Cos trying to tell her lies from the truth at times
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Is like trying to divide ice from snow
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When I knew it was over, I jumped into a taxi
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And said, "Just guess where to go"
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And the driver turned about and said,
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"Finding what you want is like
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Trying to divide ice from snow"
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So here I sit, rolling back to bed
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Knowing love is a hazard
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That I'd never guessed
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But from this side of the morning
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I couldn't care less
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Nobody's helpless, although
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I've never felt this helpless before
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And trying to persuade myself not to think about her
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Is like trying to tell the clouds not to pour
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So I put down the bottle
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While in my head time is collapsing
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and the currents run cold
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So I can curse her memory
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But don't try telling me that she was not
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An emerald in a mountain of coal
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Or that there's a crock of cures for cancer
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at the end of the rainbow
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So here I sit, rolling back to bed
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Knowing love is a hazard
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That I'd never guessed
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But from this side of the morning
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I couldn't care less
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And she's the kind of girl who won't forgive
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But will forget
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So take me frome this party, driver,
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Put me back to bed
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I wanted to be loved but just got laughed at instead
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So if this taxi is for hire
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I'll get in the back
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Just to hear the friction of the tarmac and the tyres
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So nobody's perfect, and that's something that
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I'm sure she'll know
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And trying to persuade myself
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Not to think about her is like
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Trying to tell the cockerels not to crow
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Or like trying to tell the striker
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Not to think about the goal
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So here I sit, rolling back to bed
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Knowing love is a hazard
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That'd I'd never guessed
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But from this side of the morning
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I couldn't care less
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This Side Of The Morning
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| Del Amitri |
