| Trying to say something good like the person
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| But it’s all just a sham 'cos the writer I am not
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| Could say anything, you’d believe them
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| Just your A-typical Boy-girl-girl-boy androgynous
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| Play on a publican’s decoy
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| 'Cos I had to drop out 'cos the Art School was sad and
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| If you believe all of that you’re a bigger fool than me
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| They’re just a vehicle for a lovely voice
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| They aren’t supposed to mean that much
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| Lyrics mean nothing, don’t right any wrongs
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| In fact I’m not having them on this
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| You say they mean nothing just gobbledy-gook
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| But just look at yourself you’re not clever enough
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| Understanding the truth, you are so out of touch
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| You believe all of this, you can’t see it’s a spoof
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| Understand all the words when they don’t even rhyme
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| And I’m losing the rhythm and the whole thing’s getting wierder and wierder
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| They all believe me
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| It’s all so easy now |