You get so tired of chasing dreams, you think that nothing's true.
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You start to question everything, everything you do.
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Feeling scared but you don't know why, so you tell yourself you're doing all right.
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You're sick of all the empty days that make you so afraid of the night.
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And if you try to read a book and get between the lines,
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It doesn't matter where you look, you're only wasting time.
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When you meet somebody else and you try to think of something to say,
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Even while you stand there talking, you know your mind is drifting away.
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You get so tired of chasing dreams, you think that nothing's true.
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You start to question everything, everything you do.
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Feeling scared but you don't know why, so you tell yourself you're doing all right.
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You're sick of all the empty days that make you so afraid of the night.
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Who Cares?
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| Gerry Rafferty |
