Sometimes I feel folded, like a piece of paper
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Dirty with the fingerprints of unrepentant hands
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Who never ever thinks about the words of love inside me
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'Cause it's all so plain and simple thatno-one understands
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Sometimes I feel congested like peak hour in the city
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Choking on the petrol and the deisel and the dust
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I sit and wonder how we all could be so stupid
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And I want toleave my vehicle and let it turn to rust
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And I wish I had your confidence
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I wish I had your smile
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I wish I had your joie de vivre
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Your innate sense of style
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And I wish I had your body near me
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Warming up my nights
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Saying oooh babe, baby it's alright
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Sometimes I feel miniscule just like an amoeba
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Floating on a plate of glass watched by unseen eyes
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And I feel so cold and lonely in that instant of existence
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And I wonder if someone's watching me up above the sky
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Perhaps there are no solutions
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Perhaps just other questions
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Maybe there's a meaning to my solitary life
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And I know that there's no guarantees
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There's just the pain of living
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Perhaps there are no solutions
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Maybe there's just life
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Sometimes
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John Farnham |