The world lives in your front room
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You're sitting happy in gloom
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Fate worries you, you will not give her room.
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You give credit for might, inspiration and sight.
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But you miss the point.
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You wont join the fight,
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You think to use is to lose so your clinging, pulling pleading.
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Try and keep it safe.
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Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
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You're feeling a loss but you're not fit to make it
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You offered so much but you're frightened to take it.
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It never was really proved, never was understood.
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But there really is no virtue in the good.
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The shoutings so loud that they'd do better to mime
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You're deafened and you cannot hear the rhyme.
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But secrets in whispers pull you, try to tempt you.
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Try and keep it safe
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Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
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You're feeling a loss but you're not fit to make it
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You offered so much but you're frightened to take it.
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You beg for help and advice, how to handle your life.
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But you dare not move, you cannot pay the price.
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Chances slip, you just chatter, flatter, to forget what matters.
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Spout your lines, read all your books,
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You hear the sounds, miss all the hooks,
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Your best is what you least understand,
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You hate the graft, wont join the race,
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You're scared to scar your pretty face
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Safe now cos your head is in the sand
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Keep it...
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Keep It
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| Dexy's Midnight Runners |
