Why
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Author: Dave Claridge
If you think that the past has gone
Then it's me thats wrong
If you know where you're going to be
Then what's wrong surely ain't me

Sinking up and raising down
Wipe the tears off the faceless clown
Putting out you had fallen in
Kiss the ring for the cardinal sin

Four leaf clover and a rabbit's foot
Check the sleeve to see where your half-heart was put
Say something if the word is me
A cheap cure for your dependency

Patched up pulled up placed for show
Up above and sliding way below
Sell that soul its not wanted here
Feel the sting from the bitter tears
Just a mile away is nearer to be
Walk today and your walking free
An inch or two painted in a rush
Warped canvas and a failing brush

Four leaf clover and a rabbits foot
Check the sleeve to see where your half heart was put
Say something if the word is me
A cheap cure for your dependency