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I was the rookie of the year
I was the boy most likely to
And though I still play every year
I never really made it
I never really made it
Where did I go wrong?
I never really made it
Other prospects came along
And the worst thing that I do
Is take comfort that
They won't make it too
What once seemed so attainable
Now seems out of reach
Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose, you can't lose.
I lost, I lost
Are my eyes and heart not good?
I never really made it
Though they said I would
And the worst thing that I do
Is take comfort when
You don't make it too
The statistics don't lie
The numbers speak for themselves
Your average is down
You're bottoming out
Your initial success was a rogue result outlier
There's gotta be something that's not in the numbers
Thereâs gotta be something that's more than the numbers
Doesn't there?
Doesn't there?
- Álbum:
- Tact Is Dead EP
- Hope Fading Nightly
- The Wages Of Fear
- Boy
- Tact Is Dead
- New Moons: Vol. IV
- New Moons, Vol. 4
- Hell Hath No Fury Like a Lemon Scorned (The Class of...
- You Heard It Here First (Rock, Vol. 1)
- Freud Links the Teeth and the Heart
- Edith
- The Family Records Singles Club - Vol. 8
- Contact! Contact! Remixed
- Contact! Contact! (Deluxe 5th Anniversary Special Edition)
- Contact! Contact! (5th Anniversary Reissue)
- Contact! Contact! (5th Anniversary Special Edition)
- Past, Present, Future
- Contact! Contact!
- Alcopopular, Volume 3
- The Inbetweeners Soundtrack