| In my mind it’s not a problem
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| I go walking down the street
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| Every girl that I run into
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| Say’s it’s me she longs to meet
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| The reality of course
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| Could not be further from the truth
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| And the truth
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| Let’s not go there
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| You can talk about coincidence
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| As something so sublime
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| When it happens it just happens
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| To have happened at that time
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| Like the night you caught your best friend
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| With the girl you thought was yours
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| Thought was yours
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| Let’s not go there
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| I feel I’ve got it in me
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| To achieve the right result
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| Why then with the grades to pass
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| Everyone but me looks to be in
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| A different class
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| If I have so self esteem
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| Perhaps it has something to do
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| With the fact that in my mirrors
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| All the glass has been removed
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| Not that I don’t like myself I do
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| But mirrors never lie
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| Never lie
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| Let’s not go there
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| I want to be in your shoes
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| Don’t care about the size
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| Want to take the world to task
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| Yet everything I do just goes from good
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| To crass
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| Running round in circles
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| At the end of the day
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| First thing in the morning’s nice
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| You can get from where you are
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| To where you need
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| Just like in a cage with mice
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| At work I’ve made good progress
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| Promotion beckons soon
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| Why then when a girl walks past
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| Every word I utter goes from good
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| To crass
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| In my heart it’s open season
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| You can read it like a book
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| Turn to pages one to any one
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| See pictures that I took
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| There are some where it looks happy
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| Others where it’s broke in two
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| Broke in two
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| Let’s not go there
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| Had ample opportunities
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| Grabbed them with both feet
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| Why then does my empty glass
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| Make everyone but me look to be in
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| A different class
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| You’re at the gates of Eden
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| Been queuing up for hours
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| Finally when you’re let in
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| First you see a sign that says
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| Look but don’t touch
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| Then another saying
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| Keep off the grass |