| Big bad man’s law doesn’t carry much sway
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| When you come around here
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| You can still scratch my back
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| And I can still change sides
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| Don’t carry no torch 'til you have it in type
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| That I’m doing okay
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| It’s only one man’s outlook
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| It could be one more lie
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| Look at it closely
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| Counterfeit mostly
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| Yesterdays’s brushwork
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| Using yesterdays' paint
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| And everything that I believe
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| And every note that you receive
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| They’re just vanities to you
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| Hear that Liverpool wind as I’m making my way
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| For the very last time
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| Is this a resurrection?
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| And do you really care?
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| I can’t relish no kiss 'til I happen to hear
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| Your honeycomb nouns
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| Let you down so often
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| I’ll do the same again
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| Look at it closely
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| Counterfeit mostly
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| Yesterday’s stories
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| It’s the same all over the world
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| And everything that I believe
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| And every note that you receive
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| They’re just vanities to you
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| Busy little bodies have a story to tell
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| Even if it goes against the grain
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| Tiny little seeds have got an ocean to swell
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| But who am I to rock the boat
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| And everything that I believe
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| And every note that you receive
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| Look at it closely
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| Counterfeit mostly
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| Yesterday’s brushwork
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| Using yesterday’s pain
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| Look at it closely
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| Counterfeit mostly
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| Yesterday’s stories
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| It’s the same all over the world |