| I’m so so, it’s late
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| And I forgot to take my medicine
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| I’m uptight and tired
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| In my life, it’s so mechanical
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| And feeling, feeling great
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| Till I realize all the mess I’m in
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| I’m so uninspired at a time that is so so
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| I’m so so, it’s fate
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| I’ve lost my antihistamine
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| I’m finding it hard to fill in
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| The pro’s of my reasons for living this
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| When it’s too late to be late
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| I don’t show up at all
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| The gaps in my diaries
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| Speak volumes about me
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| I’ve done something wrong
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| At least I’ve done something
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| Take me back to the London town
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| That brought me up 'cause it’s bringing me down
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| And I will pay you solid gold, my friend, yeah
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| Would you take me back to London town
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| When it felt good to be around?
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| And I will pay you solid gold, my friend, my friend
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| Solid gold, solid gold
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| Solid gold, solid gold
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| I’m so so today
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| My days are unaccounted
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| For I found I’m bound only too late
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| I’m not alone but I’m lonely
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| And feeling great
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| In a voice that didn’t suit the face
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| He said, «Instead they’re becoming your mistakes»
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| Remember that time is the time that it takes
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| I’ve done something wrong
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| At least I’ve done something
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| Take me back to the London town
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| That brought me up 'cause it’s bringing me down
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| And I will pay you solid gold, my friend, yeah
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| Please take me back to the town I miss
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| Now morphed into antithesis
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| Of everythin' it used to be
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| I’m so so |