| You can’t prepare yourself
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| Oh, there’s no guide to the ways of the heart
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| And though you tell yourself
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| 'I'll be ok' when it falls apart
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| Well, that’s a standard reaction baby
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| Well, that’s an obvious sign
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| You might think that the clock has stopped
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| But things get better with time
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| Oh, there’s no four-minute warning
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| There’s no armour, no word to the wise
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| We love so hard that we break our hearts
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| And every song makes us want to cry
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| Well, every cloud has a lining
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| It may be silver or it maybe be rain
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| You may get rich or soaked to the skin
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| One man’s loss is another’s gain
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| Well, that’s a natural reaction baby
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| Well, that’s the shake of the die
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| You might think that your luck is out
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| But things get better with time
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| I can’t say I’ve lived a full life
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| And I don’t practice what I preach
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| But I know that things get better
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| Through they seen just out of reach
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| And I woke up in the morning
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| Thinking this would be my last
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| But I thought that only yesterday
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| And now that day has passed
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| Well, that’s a standard reaction baby
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| Well, that’s an obvious sign
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| You might think that the clock has stopped
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| But things get better with time
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| Well, that’s a natural reaction baby
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| Well, that’s the shake of the die
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| You might think that your luck is out
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| But things get better with time |