| One more time
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| I was asked to stand on the front line
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| To make the numbers up
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| Will I never learn how to read signs
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| I should know by now,
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| I should know just how
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| The same mistakes will be
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| Taken advantage of
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| Each time and every day
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| Someone’s got to pay
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| For this feat of clay
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| You’re out of line
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| Living like a fool near the breadline
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| And now you’re out of cash
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| Well keep your beady eyes
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| Off of my stash
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| I know where you’ve been
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| I know what you’ve seen
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| I can tell by the way that you’re taking
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| So stay away from me,
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| Stay where I can see you
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| I know what you are
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| Liar
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| You’re just a liar
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| Liar
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| You’re just a liar
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| Some would say
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| That your favorite taste is sour grape
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| Well I don’t care for it
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| And I don’t want any part of your bullshit
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| Why should I endure
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| I’ve done what’s asked and more
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| And now you’re saying
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| I owe you a favour
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| Don’t piss me about
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| If you count me in, I’m out
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| I know what you are
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| Liar etc.
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| You’re cheque is in the post, money secure
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| Don’t worry 'bout a thing
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| I’ve done this times before
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| Just place your trust in me, I’m nobody’s fool
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| Just sign on the dotted line and
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| Everything’ll be cool
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| How many times must we fall
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| For the same old lies
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| Sooner or later we must know
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| Before we’re all out of time
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| You’re out of touch
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| Get yourself a life because yours sucks
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| But not on my expense
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| You should build a wall and a high fence
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| And stay away from me
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| Stay where I can see you
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| Don’t you know you’re a poor sad bastard
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| Bound to be no good
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| You know your name is mud
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| I know what you are
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| Liar etc. |