| Sebastian you’re in a mess
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| You had a dream, they called you king
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| Of all the hipsters, is it true?
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| Or are you still the queen?
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| Like getting blood out of a stone
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| The city left you lost and gone
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| You came to dance but there’s no poignancy
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| When they all leave you standing alone, standing alone
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| The wider issues of the day
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| Just pass you by, you’re gonna pay
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| For looking at the floor
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| When people talk to you
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| You wrote a book about yourself
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| The people left it on the shelf
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| You’ll write another one
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| Now, you’ve got a story that’s worth talking about
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| Talking about, talking about
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| Are you happy with yourself?
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| Are you talking to yourself?
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| Are you happy with yourself?
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| Put the book back on the shelf
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| I’ve seen the company you keep
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| You’re on the sofa hidden deep
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| While on the telly Sid James speaks
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| To you like God
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| You’re always looking for a sign
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| But boy, you blow it every time
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| You hear a voice begin to speak
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| You ignore it and go softly to sleep
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| Softly to sleep, softly to sleep
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| Are you happy with yourself?
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| Are you happy with yourself?
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| Are you happy with yourself?
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| Are you happy with yourself?
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| Put the book back on the shelf
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| Put the book back on the shelf
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| Put the book back on the shelf
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| Put the book back on the shelf |