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Some people say that it's gotta be sad |
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And some people say "No, it must be mad!" |
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But I know either it's bad, or it ain't nothin' |
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Some people say that black is right |
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And some insist that you gotta be white |
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But I know it can last all night or it ain't nothin' |
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Some people can't tell right from wrong |
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And some people say it goes on too long |
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And some can't tell Stork from butter, but it ain't nothin' |
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Nothing |
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Not a flash or a ripple |
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Left to prove |
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You were here |
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But then you move |
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I don't care if my hair turns grey |
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Or if the stars should fade away |
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'Cause they'll fade back again someday or it ain't nothin' |
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Some people say that the postman rang |
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And some people say that a killer should hang |
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And some people reach for another meringue but it's still nothin' |
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No, not a flash or a ripple |
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Left to prove |
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You were here |
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But then you move |
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Some people say that it's gotta be sad |
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And some people say "No, it must be bad!" |
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But I know either it's mad or it ain't nothin' |