| Don’t talk to me, i will talk to the wall
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| Men such as we have no feelings at all
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| So you assume when we step from the crowd
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| Deaf to the voice that objects aloud
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| We stand up proud
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| No sympathy (no violins)
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| For such as we (no violins)
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| No sympathy (no violins)
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| Stares that suggest we’re an alien race
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| There’s no escape from the look on your face
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| Cut me i bleed, give me cause and i’ll cry
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| People don’t change though you wonder why
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| We have to try
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| No sympathy… etc…
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| No sympathy (no violins)
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| For such as we (no violins)
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| There is no need (no violins) no sympathy |