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1-2-3,2-2-3 |
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The twitching impulses to speak your mind |
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I'll lend you my microscope and maybe you will find it |
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Is it in that ugly place that's just behind your face |
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Where you keep my picture still despite the fact |
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That you had me replaced |
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Chorus: |
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Say 'goodbye' |
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Baby can't you act your age? |
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You know why |
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I'm going to give it to you straight |
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Although i'll never be |
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Unhappy as you want me to be |
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Still it's all the rage |
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I'll probably play along |
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Left to my own devices |
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Spare me the drone of your advice |
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The sins of garter and gin |
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Confession may delay |
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You know the measuring pole |
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The merry boots of clay |
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I've heard it all before |
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You'll say it anyway |
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Chorus |
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Alone with your tweezers and your handkerchief |
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You murder time and truth, love, laughter and belief |
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So don't try to touch my heart, it's darker than you think |
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And don't try to read my mind because it's full of disappearing ink |
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Chorus |
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Although i'll never be |
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Unhappy as you want me to be |
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Still it's all the rage |
