It's hard to rely on my good intentions
When my head's full of things that I can't mention
Seems I usually get things right
But I can't understand what I did last night

It's hard to rely on my own good senses
When I miss so much that requires attention
Have to laugh at myself sometimes
And I can see that I'm not blind

There's little relief
Give us reprieve
For all the things I've left behind
I'm positive that I'm not blind

I'm not afraid things won't get better
But it feels like this has gone on forever
You have to cry with your own blue tears
Have to laugh with your own good cheer

It's hard to rely on my good intentions
When my head's full of things that I can't mention
Seems I usually get things right
But I can't understand what I did last night

There's little relief
Give us reprieve
Imagining the world outside
I'm positive that I'm not blind

I can't be hard on you
'Cause you know I've been there too
Learned a lot of things from you

But life gives little relief
Give us reprieve
And when everyone is cold as ice
I clinch my fists and close my eyes
Imagining the world outside
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Extrait audio:

Rachel : Ok, ok, Roger was creepy, but he was nothing compared to Pete Carney.

Monica : Which one was Pete Carney?

Rachel : Pete the Weeper? Remember that guy who used to cry every time we had sex.
(Imitating) "Was it good for you?"

Monica : Yeah, well, I'll take a little crying any day over Howard-the-"I-win"-guy.
(Imitating) "I win! I win!" I went out with the guy for two months--I didn't get to win once.

Rachel : How did we end up with these jerks? We're good people!

Monica : I don't know. Maybe we're some kinda magnets.

Phoebe : I know I am. That's why I can't wear a digital watch.

Monica : There's more beer, right?

Phoebe : Oh! You know my friend Abby who shaves her head? She said that if you want to break the bad boyfriend cycle, you can do like a cleansing ritual.

Rachel : Phoebes, this woman is voluntarily bald.

Phoebe : Yeah. So, we can do it tomorrow night, you guys. It's Valentine's Day. It's perfect.

Monica : Ok, well, what kind of ritual?

Phoebe : Ok. We can, um, we can burn the stuff they gave us.

Rachel : Or?

Phoebe : Or...or we can chant and dance around naked, you know, with sticks.

Monica : Burning's good.

Rachel : Burning's good. Yeah...