| He doesn’t smile and he seems to me
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| Resigned to a life of misery
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| Yet everything that he says hits a tight bull’s-eye
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| Now men dread when they see his face
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| He tells them that they’d better mend their ways
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| And when they still don’t stop
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| He often breaks down and cries
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| Whoa, oh oh, weep, Jeremiah
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| Whoa, oh oh oh, we love the lie
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| He prophesied Babylonia’s rise
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| And said we’d not escape
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| They came up against Judah’s sides
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| And we were all afraid
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| But Jeremiah said the one safe way
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| Was give up without a fight
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| We said, «You're a traitor and a pain
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| You falsely prophesy!»
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| Whoa, oh oh, weep, Jeremiah
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| Whoa, oh oh oh, we love the lie |