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city colour - the grand optimist كلمات الأغنية

i fear i’m dying of complications
complications due to things i’ve left undone
that all my debts will be left unpaid
feel like a cripple without a cane
i’m like a jack of all trades
who’s a master of none

then there’s my father
he’s always looking on the bright side
saying things like
“son, life just ain’t that hard”
he is the grand optimist
i am the world’s poor pessimist
you give him burdensome times

and he will escape unscarred

i guess i take after my mother
i guess i take after my mother

i used to be quite resilient
gain no strength from counting the beads on a rosary
and now the wound has begun to turn
another lesson that has gone unlearned
but this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy

i guess i take after my mother
i guess i take after my mother
i guess i take after my mother
i guess i take after my mother

- city colour

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