| If there’s a word for you
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| It doesn’t mean anything
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| I’ve got some words for you
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| They don’t offer anything
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| You cold called everybody
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| But you haven’t sold a thing
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| A bad idea gone funny
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| A pinch felt in a dream
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| You thought of everything
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| But some things can’t be thought
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| You thought of everything
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| But one thing you forgot
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| Is you’re wrong
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| And you better not be angry
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| And you better not be sad
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| You better just enjoy the luxury of sympathy
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| If that’s a luxury you have
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| And you know no private bad
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| You know that that’s the meaning of you’re done
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| In a world that’s not so bad
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| In a world time was killing in the sun
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| In a world that’s not so bad
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| In a world time was killing in the sun
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| In the sun
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| In the sun
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| You took all that moment and kicked it in the sun
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| Now it’s gone because you left it in the sun
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| Was a brave idea, didn’t mean no harm
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| Now it’s burnt because you left it in the sun
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| Was a grave mistake
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| But how could you have known
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| The temperature, the distance of the sun |