Took your word like you said I should
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and look at what good it's done me
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I've played support system, you played victim
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and look at what good it's done
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and you trip me up
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leave me strangled with your awkward, untouchable lips
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It's a cruel world, I've found
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It's a cruel world, but I'm a lucky boy
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It's a cruel world, but I am a lucky boy
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You're so glorious, a waste of time
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You're the safety in lying
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You are radiator heat, you're the winter blankets sleep
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You're the excuse that I use when I want to stop trying
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And start waiting for the sky to fall
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They tell me it's a cruel world that I've found
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It's a cruel world and I'm a lucky boy
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You're not gold to me
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I was wrong
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You're not gold and there'll be
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Centuries left when you're gone.
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Lucky Boy
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Matt Nathanson |