| Your memoirs are so full of tension
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| Well don’t I merit a mention
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| Tell them how you’re surrounded by idiots
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| How i was always much too stupid
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| It was you or me so I left now I’m gone
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| It was you or me so I left now I’m gone
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| You’re holed up in your country estate surrounded by your sheep
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| They only love you because yours is the hand that feeds
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| But there’s no stylistic variety
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| One of us is still hungry
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| It was you or me so I left now I’m gone
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| It was you or me so I left now I’m gone
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| It was you or me so I left now I’m gone
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| It was you or me so I left now I’m gone
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| Not coming back
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| I’m not coming back
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| Not coming back
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| I get no apology or a thank you or a please
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| When I suffer your neglect it’s my responsibility
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| You lounge around your castle fingering your queen
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| With your chairs that no one sits on And your starched and ironed sheets
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| You have no faith in the future
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| You don’t believe
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| But i still got the holy spirit in me It was you or me so I left now I’m gone
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| It was you or me so I left now I’m gone
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| It was you or me so I left now I’m gone
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| It was you or me so I left now I’m gone
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| I’m not coming back
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| Not coming back
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| Nah nah nah nah |