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Don't ask me to love my neighbour |
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Cause I don't love the man |
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Don't ask me for my favours |
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I won't lend a hand |
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And if I had real power |
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Then I could disappear |
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Wouldn't have to be around you |
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I'd sink into the atmosphere |
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Then I wouldn't hear |
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Your hard luck story |
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It's a hard luck, a hard luck story |
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Don't ask me to tip the waiter |
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For he is underhand |
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I can tell he is a woman hater |
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And he is a nasty man |
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Within reach lies all desire |
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For each and every soul |
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Stripped bare and stretching higher |
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You fall into the last balck hole |
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To end your hard |
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Hard luck story |
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It's a hard luck |
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Hard luck story |
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Don't ask me to pray to Jesus |
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I've never met the man |
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I only meet weekend preachers |
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Pictures of the promised land |
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All the new holy saviours |
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Who pretend to understand |
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Who do you think will save you |
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Modern day beggar man |
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Such a hard luck |
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Hard luck story |
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It's a hard luck |
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Hard luck story |
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It's such a hard |
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Hard luck story |
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It's a hard luck |
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Hard luck story |
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Don't ask me to love my neighbour |
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Don't ask me to tip the waiter |
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Don't ask me to pray to Jesus |
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He picked his time to leave us |
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It's a hard luck |
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Hard luck story |
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It's a hard luck |
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Hard luck story |
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It's a hard luck story |
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Hard luck story |
