| Everything was good, everything was fine
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| We walked along that yellow line
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| Towards our future and our unity
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| In the midst of life and scholarly
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| Our eyes filled with stories we’d never tell
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| Although we stumbled we never fell
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| We saw the world as something that smelled
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| We had our own version of hell
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| You should see my life today
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| It’s never sunny it’s always grey
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| And though I have my own way
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| To wish all the sadness away
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| Then you become infatuated
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| With a crashing bore I’ve always hated
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| I can’t believe how my world degraded
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| Feels like I’ve been suffocated
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| You should see my life today
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| It’s never sunny it’s always grey
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| And though I have my own way
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| To wish all the sadness away
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| You should see my life today
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| It’s never sunny it’s always grey
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| And though I have my own way
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| To wish all the sadness away
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| You should see my life today
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| It’s never sunny it’s always grey
|
| And though I have my own way
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| To wish all the sadness away
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back
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| Get off my back |