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And the wise man say I dont want to hear your voice |
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And the thin man say I dont want to hear your voice |
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and theyre cursing me, |
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and they wont let me be |
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And theres nothing to say, |
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and theres nothing to do |
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Stop whispering, |
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start shouting |
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And my mother say we dont love you son no more |
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And the buildings say we spit on your face somemore |
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And the feeling is, |
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that theres something wrong |
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Because I cant find the words |
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and I cant find the songs. |
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Stop whispering. |
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start shouting |
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Dear Sir, I have a complaint |
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cant remember what it is |
