So few and far between, Here's a mood I've never seen you in. I should have known not to ask you why And set myself up for one big, long cry.
Once burned and twice removed Thought I made it now but nothing's proved. Set in my mind not to push too hard, And now I wind up back in your backyard.
No one cares about the loser, No one gets a second chance, Even you, even me, if it's through. Don't you see that it's one thing if I should lose again, But to walk away twice is a crying shame.
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