I wouldn`t want to be you
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Mostly not even near you
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When you`re gone they will curse you
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And raise the tide against you
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I no longer care now
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For what you said was fair now
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I just don't go there now
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I just don't go
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Maybe there`s a way not to make it hurt
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To cover up the words like you covered up the dirt
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Ever since you left
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It just gets worse
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Living out in your town
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Now let`s say it like it is
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I just don`t know where to begin
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It`s a different way of living
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It`s so strange to what we`ve been
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First we speak for ourselves now
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And people know who we are now
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And they wake up and they live now
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Yes they wake up and they live
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Maybe there`s a way not to let it hurt
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Tell it out in pictures
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And songs and words
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Do what we should not
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To make it worse
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Living out in your town
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Your Town
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| Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross |
