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Here's a little song I wrote |
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You might sing it note for note |
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And if you can't remind the words |
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Count on me to stick it inside your skull |
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Ain't got no class ain't got no style |
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Ain't got no cash since you've been around |
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Remember the point of that ditty |
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Don't be happy... Worry! |
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The gathering of your teeth on the pavement |
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Won't be easy with broken fingers |
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Cause I won't listen to your "shit-chat" anymore |
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On you I closed a door (how bad! How sad!) |
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Still I wonder what you where waiting for... |
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How could I have been so stupid |
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Yes how could I've been so blind |
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I'm still searching for reasons |
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That I will probably never find |
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That old fucking human nature |
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Is the only thing to blame |
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Except you and all your twisted ways |
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Which are all the same |
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All the shame |
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I've tried to think I was wrong |
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Then evidence reached my eyes |
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Helping me making my mind : SO I... |
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Ch |
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Leave today |
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I won't change my way |
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I won't listen to what you have to say |
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So now sucker you'd better worry! |
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Damn over to be happy! |
