| Poetry is no place for a heart that’s a whore
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| And I’m young & I’m strong
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| But I feel old & tired
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| Overfired
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| And I’ve been poked & stoked
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| It’s all smoke, there’s no more fire
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| Only desire
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| For you, whoever you are
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| For you, whoever you are
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| You say my time here has been some sort of joke
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| That I’ve been messing around
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| Some sort of incubating period
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| For when I really come around
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| I’m cracking up
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| And you have no idea
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| No idea how it feels to be on your own
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| In your own home
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| With the fucking phone
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| And the mother of gloom
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| In your bedroom
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| Standing over your head
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| With her hand in your head
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| With her hand in your head
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| I will not pretend
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| I will not put on a smile
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| I will not say I’m all right for you
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| When all I wanted was to be good
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| To do everything in truth
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| To do everything in truth
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| Oh I wish I wish I wish I was born a man
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| So I could learn how to stand up for myself
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| Like those guys with guitars
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| I’ve been watching in bars
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| Who’ve been stamping their feet to a different beat
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| To a different beat
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| To a different beat
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| I will not pretend
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| I will not put on a smile
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| I will not say I’m all right for you
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| When all I wanted was to be good
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| To do everything in truth
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| To do everything in truth
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| You bloody mother fucking asshole
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| Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
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| Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
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| Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
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| Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
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| Oh you bloody…
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| I will not pretend
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| I will not put on a smile
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| I will not say I’m all right for you
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| For you, whoever you are
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| For you, whoever you are
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| For you, whoever you are |