| European maids, hard to ignore
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| You, me and the boys, barred from the shore
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| Fresh-faced imbeciles laughing at me
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| I’ve been laughing myself, is that so hard to see?
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| Do I have to spell each letter out, honestly?
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| If there’s no room for laughter, there’s no room for me, for me
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| Try looking at you rather than me
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| No truth is in here, it’s all fantasy
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| Since the last time we met I’ve been through
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| About seven hundred changes and that’s just a few
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| And the changes all tend to be something to do
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| But you’ve got to believe that they’re all done for you, for you
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| Oh you’ll think it’s tragic when that moment first arrives
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| Oh but it’s magic, it’s the best years of our lives
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| Lost now for the words to tell you the truth
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| Please banter with me the banter of youth
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| If I knew how to say it, I would say it for you
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| If I knew how to whisper, I’d whisper for you
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| If I knew how to waltz, I’d get up and dance for you
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| If I thought I could run, I’d come running to you, to you
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| I’ve discovered now how to be fair
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| This I could teach you if only I dare
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| The only conclusion that I’ve reached in my life
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| Is that if I should die, I should die by the knife
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| Since it’s only a matter of courage, all right
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| Die a man or a martyr, the two would be nice, so nice
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| Oh you’ll think it’s tragic when that moment arrives
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| Oh, oh but it’s magic, it’s the best years of our lives
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| Oh you’ll think it’s tragic when that moment first arrives
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| Oh, oh but it’s magic, it’s the best years of our lives |