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I thought I knew |
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Something more about you than you let through |
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I thought I saw |
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Something close to kindness, but that was all |
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Oh, it's so ironic |
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You've got the good book |
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Your name's still on it |
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Oh, you're so ironic |
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That you've got a room with a view |
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How wrong it feels |
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Watching your delight as they grease the wheels |
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My patience thin |
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You're tearing off strips of another's skin |
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Oh, it's so ironic |
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You've got the good book |
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Your name's still on it |
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Oh, you're so ironic |
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That you've got a room with a view |
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So what becomes of a friend |
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That no-one wants to defend? |
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I thought I knew |
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Something more about you than you let through |
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I thought I saw |
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Something close to kindness, but that was all |
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Oh, it's so ironic |
|
You've got the good book |
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Your name's still on it |
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Oh, you're so ironic |
|
That you've got a room with a view |
|
Oh, it's so ironic |
|
You've got the good book |
|
Your name's still on it |
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Oh, you're so ironic |
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That you've got a room with a view |
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(How... How wrong it feels) |
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(Ooh, it's so ironic) |
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(How... How wrong it feels) |
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(Ooh, it's so ironic) |
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That you've got a room with a view |
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That you've got a room with a view |
