| People say I’m no good
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| But they never never do they say
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| Why their world is so mixed up
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| Or how it got that way
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| They all look at me and they frown
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| Do I really look so strange
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| If they really dug themselves
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| I know they’d want to change
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| Everybody says you’re no good
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| 'Cause you don’t do like they think you should
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| Do you expect them
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| An' do you expect you to act like them
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| Look at them man
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| Look at the fix they’re in
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| I don’t care I don’t care what they say
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| Just let 'em sit there and burn
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| The young might not be so dumb after all
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| An' from the young you might even learn
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| Everybody says you’re no good
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| 'Cause Charles you don’t do
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| You don’t do like they think you should
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| Do you expect them to act like you
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| Do you expect them
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| To expect you to act like them
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| Do you expect to see
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| Do you expect the fool to see what a fix he’s in
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| Do you expect the fool to see what a fix he’s in
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| In your cardboard houses
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| An' your tin-can cars
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| You sit there and you wonder
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| You wonder where you are
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| Those diamond rings they’re obscene
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| You sit there and you wonder
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| And you say who’s to blame
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| Take a look at yourself
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| Take yourself off the shelf
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| You can’t belong to nobody
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| With your Can’t-Cough medicine
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| And your wonder drug
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| You got, more sickness
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| Than you got cures of
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| WHISPER:
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| Cancer o' the mind |