| i always walk on the other side of the street
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| and i never shake hands with the people i meet
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| and they always dispute the things i know
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| guess i’d like to tell them where to go
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| guess i wish they’d stop searching me
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| there’s no god, there’s no church in me
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| there’s an evil that lurks in me
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| can’t you see
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| i always comb my hair the other way
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| and i’m always obscure in the things i say
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| there’s a pile of opinions in my brain
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| they’re so different but they sound the same
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| paranoia (?) it’s meant to be
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| i’m not a toy and it’s plain to see
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| paranoia is what i mean
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| can’t you see
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| well you always say it’s so unusual
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| you always say it’s strange
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| why i’m always acting like a fool
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| you know i’m never ever acting my age
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| acting my age
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| i don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t shave
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| but i’m told i’m going through a phase
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| and i’m told i’m thinking like a kid
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| but i see the world for what it is
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| if you want it then you’ll receive
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| all the hatred that’s locked in me
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| don’t forget that you hold the key
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| wait and see
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| well you always say it’s so unusual |
| you always say it’s strange
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| why i’m always acting like a fool
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| you know i’m never ever acting my age
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| acting my age
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| i always walk on the other side of the street
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| and i never shake hands with the people i meet
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| and they always dispute the things i know
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| guess i’d like to tell them where to go
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| guess i wish they’d stop searching me
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| there’s no god, there’s no church in me
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| there’s an evil that lurks in me
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| can’t you see?
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| well you always say it’s so unusual
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| you always say it’s strange
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| why i’m always acting like a fool
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| you know i’m never ever acting my age
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| you always say it’s so unusual
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| you always say it’s strange
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| why i’m always acting like a fool
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| you know i’m never ever acting my age
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| i’m never ever acting my age
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| i’m never, never, never acting my age |