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Words and |
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Music by Ben |
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Watt Well it's not for me to say, but |
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I can't see what you see in him anyway. |
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But such righteousness in me is not a nice thing to display, and who am |
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I for cristsakes anyway to judge a life this way when my own's in disarray? |
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I watch Saturday kids' |
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TV with the sound turned down. |
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I leave food on the eiderdown. |
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All my thoughts pushed underground. |
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Maybe you're happy - everyone says you are. |
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You drive around on two star, you leave your life ajar, and |
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God knows you desserve it. |
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Bad luck follows everyone. |
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So go on, and stop listening to me. |
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Stop listening to me. |
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And don't ask me how |
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I feel. Don't ask me how |
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I feel. So it's not for me to say, because |
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I change my mind from day to day, and when |
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I look at you |
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I only see bits of myself anyway. |
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So go on, and stop listening to me. |
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Stop lisening to me. |
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And don't ask me what to say, or to judge a life this way when my own's in disarray. |
