| You got a mean disposition,
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| You got no inner vision,
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| And you’re cruel in addition.
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| I can tell by the way you look,
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| I can read you like a book.
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| Oh, you’re out there on your own,
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| Without friends to call your own.
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| Remember the days,
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| When we thought they would last for always.
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| Life full of dreams,
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| And we really believe that they come true some day.
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| You got a mean disposition,
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| But no goal or ambition.
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| Oh, you’re out there on your own,
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| With no place to call a home.
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| Remember the days,
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| When we thought they would last for always.
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| Life full of dreams,
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| And we really believe that they come true one day.
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| Whatever happened to the man
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| With a future and a plan?
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| You got a mean disposition
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| Toodoodoo doodoodoo doodoo
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| Toodoodoo doodoodoo doodoo
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| You got a mean disposition,
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| You got no inner vision,
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| And you’re cruel, oh yes you are! |