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Well it's about time |
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it's beginning to hurt |
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time you made up your mind |
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just what is it all worth |
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All my useless advice |
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all my hanging around |
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all your cutting down to size |
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all my fringin you down |
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Watch the clock on the wall |
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feel the slowing of time |
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hear a voice in the hall |
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echoing in my mind |
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All your stupid ideals |
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you've got your head in the clouds |
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you should see how it feels |
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with your feet on the ground |
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Here I stand the accused |
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with your fist in my face |
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feeling tired and bruised |
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with the bitterest taste |
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All my useless advice |
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all my hanging around |
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all your cutting down to size |
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all my bringing you down |
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All your stupid ideals |
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you've got your head in the clouds |
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you should see how it feels |
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with your feet on the ground |
