| All you want to do is something good
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| So get ready to be ridiculed and misunderstood
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| 'Cause don’t you know that you’re a fucking freak in this world
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| In which everybody’s willing to choose swine over pearls
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| And maybe everything is all for nothing
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| Still you’d better keep it to yourself
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| 'Cause God knows it’s not safe with anybody else
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| You can take your own advice and try again
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| But a thousand compromises don’t add up to a win
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| And they’d be happy if you’d only cover your tracks
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| But the trail of crumbs you’ve left won’t help you find your way back
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| So maybe everything is all for nothing
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| Still you’d better keep it to yourself
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| 'Cause God knows it’s not safe with anybody else
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| God knows it’s not safe with anybody else
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| You can play along, but you’ll just end up wrong somehow, won’t you
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| But you’re the idiot who keeps believing in luck
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| And you just can’t get it through your head that no one else gives a fuck
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| So maybe everything is all for nothing
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| Still you’d better keep it to yourself
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| 'Cause God knows it’s not safe with anybody else
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| God knows it’s not safe with anybody else
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| God knows it’s not safe with anybody else
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| It’s not safe with anybody else
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| God knows it’s not safe with anybody else
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| (Play that guitar
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| But you’re the idiot who keeps believing in luck
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| The speaker is out of the picture
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| I’m talking to the microphone
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| The microphone thinks that I’m talking
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| But I’m not talking at all
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| I’m singing to you) |