| You used to be mean
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| You used to be cruel
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| But you were laughing then
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| And it was no accident
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| Where did the mean man go
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| Is he chasing his shadow?
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| Is he unhappy to report
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| That the gentleman he found is a terrible bore?
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| You know it all
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| You’ve got all the answers
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| But if that’s the case
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| What’s with the long face?
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| It’s very easy to be brave
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| With your good foot in the grave
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| It’s very easy to be cold
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| When there’s no one in the world you want to know
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| It’s very easy to be suave
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| When you’re on your guard
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| Like you always are
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| The sun goes down and now the shadows arise
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| The morning is broken as you mourn your life
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| You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors
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| You face up the mirror, mister, pimp or whore?
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| Is it hard to let go
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| At the foot of the rainbow
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| Just to be informed
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| That the chase was your reward?
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| Here, have a crock of gold
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| Keep it for when you’re old
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| Like a week on Tuesday
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| Hey, wise men say
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| It’s very easy to be brave
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| With your good foot in the grave
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| It’s very easy to be cold
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| When there’s no one in the world you want to know
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| It’s very easy to be suave
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| When you’re on your guard
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| Like you always are
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| The sun goes down and now the shadows arise
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| The morning is broken as you mourn your life
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| You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors
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| You face up the mirror, mister, pimp or whore?
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| Put me in the ground |