| I don’t care where you’ve been
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| I don’t care what you’ve seen
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| Underneath the mountains
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| On the scrotum of the sea
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| I don’t give a shit who you are
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| How you crashed your favourite car
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| All I see before me
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| Is the man you’ll never be
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| And though I love no other
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| And no other’s brother
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| And sometimes the technician
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| In the art school lavatory
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| Know I never betrayed you
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| Though -- technically -- they slayed you
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| None of them were half the men
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| That you will never be
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| You look strange in the moonlight
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| I wonder if I’ve done the right thing
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| To invite you to share your bed with me
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| With the hole in your jacket
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| The shoe in your pocket
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| One eye dangling from the socket
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| Of the man you’ll never be
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| Well you have much to commend you
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| But who would befriend you
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| With the alcoholic swagger
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| No-one's ever pleased to see
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| You’ve got the eyes of a spider
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| The handshake of a miser
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| I guess at least you’re pleased you’re not
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| The man you’ll never be
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| And though many refuse you
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| Hide from you and try to lose you
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| Some run you over
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| Quite deliberately
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| I will not shirk my duty
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| For I love you truly
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| Not for who you are
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| But for the man you’ll never be
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| You’ve got the lips of a chicken
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| The tics of a victim
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| The eyes of a liar
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| And the belly of a whale
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| I don’t care what stupid things you’ve done
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| How you stared into the sun
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| When all I see, increasingly
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| Is the man you’ll never be
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| And though I loved no other
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| And no other’s brother
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| And the jackass in the record shop
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| Who burns the fake CDs
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| Know I never despised you
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| But someone’s undermined you
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| It’s plain to see you’re half the man
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| That you will never be |