I can't compete with the clear eyes of strangers
I'm more and more replaced
By my friends each night
I can't compete
Just can't recover
How many years it's been, it's day one in my mind
That's the first step
Each time
The heart is hard to find
It's hard to find the heart
Sometimes
I can't compete with your new-found religion
The good words seems everywhere
But good words only
I can't compete with a real education
All the fucked up things you say
Couldn't possibly be any less help to me
The heart is hard to find
It's hard to find the heart
Sometimes
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