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sick tired and homeless |
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with no one here to sing for |
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tired of being weightless |
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for all these looking good boys |
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you can always say |
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my attic has its charm |
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you can always say |
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you did no major harm |
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you can always say that |
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summer had its charm |
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and that you did no major harm |
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oh spare me if you please |
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sick tired an sleepless |
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with no one else to shine for |
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sick of all my distress |
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but I won't show I'm still poor |
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you can always say |
|
my attic has its charm |
|
you can always say |
|
you did no major harm |
|
you can always say that |
|
summer had its charm |
|
and that you did no major harm |
|
oh spare me if you please |
|
you can always say |
|
my attic has its charm |
|
you can always say |
|
you did no major harm |
|
you can always say that |
|
summer had its charm |
|
and that you did no major harm |
|
you can always say that |
|
you can always say that |
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oh spare me if you please |
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symptoms are so deep |
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something here's so wrong |
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nothing is complete |
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nowhere to belong |
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symptoms are so deep |
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I think I'd better stay |
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here on my own |
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so spare me if you please |
