| Quick kid quick, so harsh and cynical
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| Touches stricken, cold and clinical
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| What a transformation to behold
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| But I don’t like this new, I want the old
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| It’s not the words that make it final
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| You’ve said such things such things before to rival them
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| But it’s how you say 'em now that’s changed
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| Cold but sympathetic all the same
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| Lie to convince me that I’ll be better off
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| Oh, you go on and I’ll be happier, I’ll be happier
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| You go on, yeah, you go on You’ll be gone and I’ll be happier
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| Shoot me with your rubber bullets
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| Your finger’s on the trigger, pull it I know you want this suffering to end
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| So it is forgivable my friend
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| It’s all to convince me that I’ll be better off
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| So you go on and I’ll be happier,
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| You go on and I’ll be happier
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| You go on, yeah, you go on You’ll be gone and I’ll be happier
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| Bo-bo-ba-do-bo
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| Bo-bo-ba-do-bo-da-da-da
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| Say what you mean, what you mean
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| Cause you’ll be happier without me, without me, without me, oh You won’t convince me, that I’ll be better off
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| So you go on and I’ll be happier, I’ll be happier
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| You go on, you go You’ll be gone, and I’ll be gone
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| You go on and I’ll be happier, you go on and I’ll be happier
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| You go on, you go on, you go on and I’ll go on and I’ll be happier
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| You on and I’ll be happier, you go on and I’ll be happier
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| You go on, and I’ll be happier |