Come on, come on, let's try and make it
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You tell yourself, this time for sure
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But I would rather sit and crave it
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I'm not wanted anymore
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I had a kind of friend in you
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It wasn't pleasant all the time
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But though my heart is jaded
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I think winnin' is overrated
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Lookin' through frosted windows
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I envy the soft contented sighs
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But I don't get people
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I don't get the things they think are reasonable
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So you'll find me
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Here right beneath the underdog
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When life's impossible
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Hold tight beneath the underdog
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That's where I'm comfortable
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And I know I'm a fool, perhaps
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I rationalize what I can't have
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But no, here right beneath the underdog
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That's where I'd rather be
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Maybe someday I will see
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A kind of personality
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Who makes the world better
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And when that happens I may find
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I miss the nervous daily grind
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It's hard to stand this peace of mind
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It's truly finer on the outside
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Ooh, the outside
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I've conquered mountains, so to speak
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And looked down from a higher peak
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But it seems so creepy
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When it can leave you feelin' sleazy
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So settin' off from this hill camp
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I'd rather be her little tramp
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My own companion
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Or maybe with one whose tail is waggin'
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So you'll find us
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Here right beneath the underdog
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When life's impossible
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Hold tight beneath the underdog
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That's where I'm comfortable
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And I know I'm a fool, perhaps
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And rationalize what I can't have
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But no, here right beneath the underdog
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That's where I'd rather be
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I'd rather be
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I'd rather be
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Beneath The Underdog
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| Nellie McKay |
