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So what do you think |
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I am?And how precisely could you tell |
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A decent skin is all |
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I am?People think badly of me |
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But one day maybe they'll praise |
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Oh, but meanwhile |
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I knew I was next and |
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I didn't mind |
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Here I offer you my life for any debts you're due |
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And when you've been down for the very last time |
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There is nothing anyone can do to hurt you |
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The shadows of trees, they reach to me |
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They know a decent skin is all |
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I amPeople think badly of me |
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But when I'm in my grave maybe they'll praise |
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Oh, but meanwhile |
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I knew I was next and |
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I didn't mind |
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Here I offer you my life for any debts you're due |
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And when you've been down for the very last time |
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There is nothing anyone can do to hurt you |
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Oh, but meanwhile |
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I knew I was next and |
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I didn't mind |
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When you've been slapped around |
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And one more slap can't hurt you |
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And when you've been down for the very last time |
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There is nothing anyone can do to hurt you |
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I knew I was next and |
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I didn't mind |
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When you've been slapped around |
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And one more slap can't hurt you |
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And when you've been down for the very last time |
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There is nothing anyone can say to hurt you |