| They say ambition is an enemy of weakness.
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| And greatness is an enemy of fame.
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| When I pick up my guitar and I try to write a song
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| I think of what my mentor used to say.
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| Who fucking gives a rat’s ass Steve, just write a love song.
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| Cus they’ll keep your belly full and your wallet lined.
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| Don’t bother these nice people with your sad sack songs.
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| If you ask me I think they’re just a waste of time.
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| Inspiration is the best friend of my sorrow
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| and sorrow is the best friend of my drink.
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| Well I want to look myself in the eye tomorrow
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| but I’m too worried of what other folk’s will think.
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| Who fucking gives a rat’s ass Steve, just write a love song.
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| See a counselor if you need to ease your troubled mind.
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| Please sit over there I don’t want you crying in my ear.
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| Do you want some cheese with that whine?
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| There’s a song that I keep trying to sing to no one
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| but I’m afraid that it’s too short or too long.
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| And to add to all the things that I’m afraid of,
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| the devil stopped sending me his songs.
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| And the troubles in my heart need to get let out.
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| And the troubles in my heart need to escape.
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| And I never liked writing poetry and I never liked doing pottery.
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| And God knows that I never learned to paint.
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| So every now and then, I’ll sing sad songs
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| Cus it keeps my spirit light and my conscience clean.
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| And if you don’t care to hear I don’t mind if you go out for some air.
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| Cus I’m happy that you’re happier than me.
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| I’m happy that you’re happier than me.
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| I’m happy that you’re happier than me. |