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Found On: Distressed Gentlefolk You can try, It's right that you do In your own way, I'm sure you know that's true It's not easy, cliché upon cliché! But so attractive, when everyday is a Sunday And I truly believed it couldn't happen to me Yes I truly believed it couldn't happen to me But where the sheep once played there's only wheat now Staring stupidly at my feet now And everything I ever wanted is still in the kitchen Be lonely, you're already alone anyway Enjoy it, why shouldn't you enjoy the things you do? Celebrate it, up in your room the world's so far away No one will ever know Be lonely, no one loves you quite the way you do And you're so sure it's true it couldn't happen to you You're so damned sure it couldn't happen to you Just like the ballad of Lucie Jordan You take all the risks you think you can afford and And everything you ever wanted is still in the kitchen You get down to the bottom with those frosty autumn mornings, Metropolitian bars, You'll be staring like a scientist into your glass And everything you ever wanted will be still in the kitchen You say it's fatalistic but I don't know I believe that when there's magic it will surely show And everything I ever wanted is still in the kitchen Max Eider: Everything I ever wanted is still in the kitchen Yes, everything we ever wanted is still in the kitchen
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