| I don’t feel bad about you and me
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| My hands are locked up, but my eyes can see
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| I can’t go on like this endlessly
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| Nor can I laugh out loud at your misery
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| But don’t go feeling sorry
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| For the broken pieces that you see
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| And don’t go thinking twice about
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| The man I used to be
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| And don’t feel sorry for me
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| Don’t feel sorry for me
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| Passion and pity for your writers, babe
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| I’ve heard your voice so what can I say
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| You’ve got a million things you can’t say
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| But I’ll be fine by next Saturday
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| So don’t go feeling sorry
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| For the broken pieces that you see
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| Don’t go thinking twice about
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| The man I used to be
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| And don’t feel sorry for me
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| Don’t feel sorry for me
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| It’s okay, you’re well on your way
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| I can your ship; |
| it’s sailing in a dream
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| If anyone should ask you
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| I just say «It's not quite what it seems»
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| And I will always need affection for
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| I can be helped by standing in your door
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| So many people have gone here before
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| They couldn’t help it if they wanted more
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| So don’t go feeling sorry
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| For the broken pieces that you see
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| Don’t go thinking twice about
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| The way things used to be
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| And don’t feel sorry for me
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| Don’t feel sorry for me
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| Don’t feel sorry for me
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| Sorry
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| So sorry
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| Sorry
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| So sorry
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| Sorry
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| So sorry
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| Sorry
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| So sorry
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| Sorry
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| Sorry
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| Sorry
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| So sorry |