| Are you so low in confidence
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| That you take the next passerby?
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| Don’t want to be alone
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| Don’t want to be seen cry?
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| The happy face mask that you wear
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| Doesn’t cover up the colour of your hair
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| So is the right thing to do
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| Tell somebody that you don’t have, you don’t have a clue
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| And I’ll use misfortune to your advantage
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| And I’ll wrap up the white feather, all in a bandage
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| The people are catching on to your passion
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| And grab the attention fast, because it’s going out of fashion
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| (It's going out of fashion) Because it’s going out of fashion
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| The happy face mask that you wear
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| Doesn’t cover up the colour of your hair
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| So is the right thing to do
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| Tell somebody that you don’t have, you don’t have a clue
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| Run away to where the sun shines
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| Slip away, never looking behind
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| Yet days of old, follow the trail
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| To where your head rests
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| On the pillow of feathers you keep so close
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| Whatever you have misplaced
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| It cannot be retrieved
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| Swallow the pride, and believe
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| The happy face mask that you wear
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| Doesn’t cover up the colour of your hair
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| So is the right thing to do
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| Tell somebody that you don’t have, you don’t have a clue |