| I don’t want to be a pioneer
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| A singer sings a sad song when he’s sad
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| But honey, all these years I’ve been upset
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| I’ve slowly turned the kind of blue
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| That keeps your jeans dry
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| Now, I don’t need to reinvent the wheel
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| A singer needs to feel like he’s been had
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| It’s all so sad, its all so sad
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| Oh broke, oh beat, oh twisted feet
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| And so on, and so forth
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| So don’t steal, don’t lie
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| Just tie your tie and go on, go forth
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| Go on, go forth
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| Sing la de da de da de da de da de da de de da…
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| So hell, I thought I knew why I was here
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| To find myself a girl who makes me sad
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| But I went looking round and all I found
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| Was this here one who makes me tea
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| And brings the crossword
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| So how am I supposed to bring us down
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| To think that I got used to being sad
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| And sometimes down
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| And always blue
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| And did I mention sad?
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| Oh broke, oh beat, oh twisted feet
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| And so on and so forth
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| So don’t steal, don’t lie
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| Just tie your tie and go on, go forth
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| Go on, go forth
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| Oh broke, oh beat, oh twisted feet
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| And so on and so forth
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| So don’t steal, don’t lie
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| Just tie your tie and go on, go forth
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| Go on, go forth
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| Just go |