| People call me Mr. Mellow
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| But it doesn’t mean a thing
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| If you saw me on the inside
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| The less you know, the more I sing
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| You could call me in the morning
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| Or the evening when I sleep
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| Just don’t call me optimistic
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| In the company I keep
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| No more beating 'round the bush
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| Bring this fight to where you live
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| And be cast upon the wayside
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| By the time you realize it doesn’t mean a thing
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| Or just carry on pretending
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| If it stops your suffering
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| You might write a better ending
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| But I decide when it begins
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| You could make a bad decision
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| Or ignore some good advice
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| Just to add to the division
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| The second time won’t be so nice
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| No more beating 'round the bush
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| Bring this fight to where you live
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| And be cast upon the wayside
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| By the time you realize there’s nothing left to win
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| Or just disappear completely
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| If it stops your suffering
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| You might call the intermission
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| Make a point in repetition
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| You may have the ammunition
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| But I decide when it begins
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| Yeah, I decide when it begins
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| Yeah, I decide when it begins |