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There is too much attention |
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Paid to people who believe |
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That the world we live in |
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Really isn't round |
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Yes there's too much attention |
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Paid to people just like me |
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Who'll confess their only aim in life |
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Is down |
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There is too much attention |
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As to where we all should be |
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And to how much we should know |
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Inside how long |
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Yes there's too much attention |
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And the reason I believe |
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Is because we are what we are right or wrong |
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So forgive me when I tell you |
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I ain't got no place to go |
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I ain't got no-one to talk to |
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Got no one left to say hello |
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(Break) |
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There is too much attention |
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Paid to him who shot at he |
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And to how he got away |
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But didn't quite |
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Yes there's too much attention |
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So much so that we'll believe |
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He's not guilty of the crime which he's |
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Being tried |
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So forgive me when I tell you |
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I ain't got no place to go |
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I ain't got no-one to talk to |
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Got no one left to say hello |
