As I was walking through a life one morning
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the sun was out, the air was warm, but
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Oh, I was cold
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And though I must have looked half a person,
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to tell the tale, in my own version,
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It was only then that I felt whole
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Do you believe in something beautiful?
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Then get up and be it
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Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control
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I know how hard you try. I see it in your eyes
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But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten
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And what's eating you alive might help you to survive.
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We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a Grand Tradition
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And oh, what did we find?
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It was Ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Ana
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Oh, we'd been unkind
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But do you believe in something beautiful?
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Then get up and be it
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Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control
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I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine.
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But call your friends,
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'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten
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And what's eating you alive, might help you to survive.
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And even the nights, they could get better
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And even the days ain't all that bad
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And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing
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But do you believe in something beautiful?
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Then get up and be it
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Fighting for the smallest goal: to gain a little self-control
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Won't anybody here just let you disappear?
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Not doctors, nor your mom and dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Ana
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Know how hard you try. Don't you see it in my eyes?
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Sick to death of my dependence, fighting food to find transcendence
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Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive
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Cigarettes and speed for livin', and sleeping pills to feel forgiven
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All that you contrive, and all that you're deprived
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All the bourgeois social angels telling you you've got to change
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Don't have any idea. They'll never see so clear.
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But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike
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when you don't really need to
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Some are dying for a cause, but that don't make it yours.
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And even the nights, they could get better.
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Me And Mia
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Ted Leo & The Pharmacists |