| Sympathy’s a funny thing
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| Sometimes I just ain’t got time for it
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| And I don’t like your face, your brain, your words
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| Or even your hindquarters
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| But sometimes when you’re away
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| You are all that’s on my mind
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| I wanna share a smile
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| And engage your observations
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| I don’t like when you’re unhappy
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| I don’t like when you cry
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| I just want you to have a bad day
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| I hope it’s worse for you today, whoa oh
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| I want it bad for you today, whoa oh
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| I said a curse for you today, whoa oh
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| Everything’ll be okay
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| You put pollen in my bloodstream
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| Your arms are cemetery gates
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| I don’t like when you’re unhappy
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| But I don’t like it either when you’re great
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| When I’m hurling expletives at red lights
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| I’m always talking to you
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| And every time I light my cigarettes
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| I hope that your heart’s burning too
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| I hope it’s worse for you today, whoa oh
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| I want it bad for you today, whoa oh
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| I said a curse for you today, whoa oh
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| Everything’ll be okay
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| I hope it’s worse for you today, whoa oh
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| I want it bad for you today, whoa oh
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| I said a curse for you today, whoa oh
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| Everything’ll be okay |