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If I think about it I am successful as it were
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I get to sing for lovely people all over this lovely world
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And I am nowhere near as awkward as I was when I was younger
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I guess I'm one of those guys who gets better looking as they age
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And though I haven't been beaten down by constant drop
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The pressure and confusion all about by people's actions deaf and tax fold
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I keep getting up and I am loved by all my friends and family
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Though there have been lots of ways I browse
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You can serve lenses lately
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(Chorus)
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It doesn't matter to him
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I could be anything
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But I could never win his heart again
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It doesn't matter to him
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He took away my triple way pass
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I am invisible to him
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(Verse)
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And now I feel the soft flesh my heart hardening
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To the countless possibilities contained within each day
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Bone reveal what teeth feels like a cold where concrete room with it for it's way
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Which as you know makes everything look bad
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I still keep trying to figure out how I became irrelevant
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How I got myself evicted from this heart from one day to the next
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And the worst part is even if I got an answer and now
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It would not change anything because we have become 2 strangers
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(Chorus) x2
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It doesn't matter to him
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I could be anything
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But I could never win his heart again
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It doesn't matter to him
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He took away my triple way pass
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I am invisible to him
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It Doesn't Matter To Him
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| John Grant |
