| Oh, sit back and listen in
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| I’ll tell you a little story don’t know where to begin
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| Close your eyes and imagine with me
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| I’ll paint a little picture in your gallery
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| Tellin' more lies, bend the truth
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| I guess that’s what you call a spoiled youth
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| I’m all right, but a bit uptight
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| Just keep me busy on a Saturday night
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| All your moping
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| Giving me sorrow >:(Now you’re leaving
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| I had a feeling, oh
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| When it’s over, tell it to me like it is
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| Tell it to me like it is!
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| Forget about the story I was gonna tell
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| I crumpled up the paper, threw it into a well, oh
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| That’s just the way that life does go
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| How anyone gets by, shit, I don’t know
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| Rhythm blocks from an itchy head
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| Spill from pen and paper till the day I’m dead
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| I’ll wrap them up in a melody
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| Sing it to you drunkenly
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| All your moping
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| Giving me sorrow
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| Now you’re leaving
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| I had a feeling, oh
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| When it’s over, tell it to me like it is
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| Tell it to me like it is!
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| (You told it to me in the dead of the night
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| Swung out my hand as I lit up my light
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| «Share a cigarette with me before I go»
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| I had to say yes, diggin' a bigger hole)
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| (You told it to me in the dead of the night??"Trust in the town where warm lads
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| fight"??
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| I had to say it before I go
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| «I'm too young to feel this cold!»)
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| Now you’re leaving
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| I had a feeling, oh
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| When it’s over, tell it to me like it is
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| Tell it to me like it is! |