I try to assure you
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That I¡¯m not disillusioned
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And it¡¯s not where you are
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But that doesn¡¯t change the
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Way that I feel about the plan
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I know you¡¯re talking to¡¦
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I can¡¯t be the hand that
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Pushes them away
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And you can¡¯t re-assure me
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You don¡¯t know what to say
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There¡¯s a lot I can¡¯t tell you
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But I will do the best
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I can, this all could change
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And your tears turn to anger,
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And you lash out at me,
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¡®cause I¡¯m far and I¡¯m selfish
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And you won¡¯t laugh and see that
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This all could be simple if
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We would catch our breath,
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And remember the plan
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I know your talking to all the
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Ones who bring you down,
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They wanna take from you
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All the happiness you found
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The Plan
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| Slaves On Dope |
