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You know I love you but I can’t see how lucky I am;
this is a pitiful tune.
You know I would be, but I won’t see how lucky I am;
feel like a pitiful fool.
You know I love you but I can’t see how lucky I am;
too busy looking, to find you.
And I keep wishing on a star, but for what I’m not sure;
feel like a pitiful fool of pitiful fools.

You know I love you but I can’t see how lucky I am,
and you’ve got nothing to prove.
But am I ready or not? I just don’t know what I’ve got —
one day I don’t, one day I do.
You know I love you but I can’t see how lucky I am;
sat on the fence, licking my wounds.
I know I should be a man, but I don’t know who I am —
I’m the pitiful fool of pitiful fools.

You know I love you but I don’t know when I’m lucky I am,
singing a pitiful tune.
I should be happy while your sunlight shines upon me, but
this is my favorite mood.
And I aspire to be free, but I don’t know what it means;
in life I willfully lose.
I’m just a man; there’s much I don’t understand;
you’re my beautiful clue, I’m the pitiful fool…

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