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So you said you've been a far whisper |
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But I say I can hear you clearly boy |
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No matter what you do |
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You are always so much louder than me |
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You take up lots of space |
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Taking mine away |
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But you don't seem to mind |
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So don't be surprised to hear |
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That I don't think you're kind |
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I have you on my mind |
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When I think of things I dislike |
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No matter what you do |
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I don't want to become like you |
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The sea couldn't pull me in |
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And so can't you |
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Though you think you do |
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And I don't tell the truth |
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Cause sometimes, you know |
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It takes a little while |
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Till the words are found |
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That match my sound |
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Just because I'm slow |
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Doesn't mean to go |
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Just as far till I let you know |
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To stop to quit to leave to cease |
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You think my life's too much about things I don't like |
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I complain too much, nurture my anger too much |
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But hear what I tell you, boy |
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I can just as well undress |
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Leave all this mess |
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It's not that I have chosen |
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The world that I live in |
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The only thing I chose is |
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To not be too happy |
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When things aren't like that |
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My hours of bliss |
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Are there, be sure |
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But I choose carefully |
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With whom to share |
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So boy, beware |
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Cause all I got for you |
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Is my anger, my contempt |
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Have you ever spent a thought or two |
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On things not concerning you |
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What you call pain |
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Is a vain attempt |
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To get all the attention needed |
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To nurture your ego |
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Nurture your ego |
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But I'm not a mother |
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No, I'm not a mother |
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Go find yourself someone other |
