| Let it sing, let it cry
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| And roll out the carpets
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| No such thing, you mustn’t pry
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| All hail to another confession
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| And it’s losing me
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| Where have all the merrymakers gone?
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| Where have all the merrymakers gone?
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| Some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling
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| And others still may shock, shock, shock you with all that they’re revealing
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| But one thing’s sure: there’s always more information than you ask for
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| Ask for this
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| Just enough knowledge to know I don’t know anything
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| Anything, anything
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| I don’t know
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| Nobody likes what I like
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| That’s how I like it
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| Some things are personal, at least they should be
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| Or is it too much, much to ask you just to maintain a little
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| Maintain a little
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| Maintain a little
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| Maintain a little
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| Maintain a little
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| Maintain a little
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| Take the cynical saint to the stake and you burn it
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| It’s radio, it’s radio silence, silence
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| It’s radio, it’s radio silence, silence
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| It’s radio, it’s radio, radio silence
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| It’s radio, it’s radio, radio silence
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| It’s radio, it’s radio, radio silence
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| It’s radio, it’s radio, radio silence |