Here we are hanging on the strains of greed and blues.
Break the chain and we break down.
Oh, it's not real if you don't feel it.
Unspoken expectations,
ideas you used to play with.
They're finally taking shape.
What's good enough?
For you it's good enough.
But for me, is good enough?
Is good enough for me?
Now you say you're starting to feel the push and pull
Of what could be and never can.
You mirror me stumbling through those
Old fashioned superstitions,
I find too hard to break.
Or maybe you're out of place.
What's good enough?
For you it's good enough.
But for me, is good enough?
Is good enough for me?
Good enough.
For you it's good enough.
But for me, is good enough?
Is good enough for me?

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