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City & Colour( City And Colour )
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The Grand Optimist
I fear I'll die from complications, Complications due to things that 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 burdens sometimes and he will escape unscarred
I guess I take after my mother, I guess I take after my mother Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
But I used to be quite resilient, Gained 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
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