| Here we go again
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| Same old argument
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| You’re callin' me Miss Pollyanne
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| You see the world as cruel
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| And bein' mad is cool
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| You’re thinkin' I don’t give a damn
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| You don’t have to shout to be heard
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| Who said dark is deep
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| You’d rather flip the bird
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| I’d rather show you signs of peace
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| Love ain’t a dyin' art as far as I can see
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| Oh sentimental me
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| Fist up in the air
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| Mine used to be up there
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| You only give yourself away
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| So paint your roses black and blue
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| Use the fuck word, I can too
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| When I have nothing else to say
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| You don’t have to shout to be heard
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| Who said dark is deep
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| You’d rather flip the bird
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| I’d rather show you signs of peace
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| Love ain’t a dyin' art as far as I can see
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| Oh sentimental me
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| Here we go again
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| We may never change
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| So you can call me Pollyanne |