| Sometimes the looks I get
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| From people that I’ve never met
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| It’s cruel
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| Poor hard done by you
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| Sometimes I hear remarks
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| Like he’s a snake out in the grass
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| It’s cruel
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| Poor hard done by you
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| Well I beat around the bush a lot
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| Don’t let my feelings show
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| 'cause if I did I’d surely hit the roof
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| Maybe if you’d listened
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| You’d’ve known something was missing
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| What I say surely is the truth
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| Well I’ve been working on this overtime
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| You might think that I don’t care
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| But if you look inside this heart of mine
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| You’ll still be there
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| Some lovers won’t admit
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| That all the pieces just won’t fit
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| It’s cruel
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| Poor hard done by you
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| So tell me that I’m blind
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| To let my heart go rule my mind
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| It’s cruel
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| Poor hard done by you
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| Well I’ve been working on this overtime
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| You might think that I don’t care
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| But if you look inside this heart of mine
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| You’ll still be there
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| I’ve been working on this overtime
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| What’s been done I can’t repair
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| But if you look inside this heart of mine
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| You’ll still be there
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| My wanderlust betrayed your trust
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| Don’t want forgiving
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| All things must change, it ain’t so strange
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| Life’s for the living
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| (baby baby please)
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| I’ve been working on this overtime
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| You might think that I don’t care
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| But if you look inside this heart of mine
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| You’ll still be there
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| I’ve been working on this overtime
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| What’s been done I can’t repair
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| But if you look inside this heart of mine
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| You’ll still be there
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| I’ve been working on this overtime
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| You might think that I don’t care
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| But if you look inside this heart of mine
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| You’ll still be there
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| Poor hard done by you |