| When I was a little boy
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| I’d sing a little song
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| It’d help me get to school
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| On days I hated everyone
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| A pretty little ditty
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| That would help me carry on
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| And if you like it
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| Maybe you can help me sing along:
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| O! |
| Life’s a long revenge
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| You take a path in spite-
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| And it never seems to have an end
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| O! |
| You only hurt yourself
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| And never really seem to hurt
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| Anybody else
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| My girl lay neglected on the bed
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| And went to sleep
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| While music played inside my head
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| A double symphony
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| I’m sorry darlin' but I can’t
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| My words are all in vain
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| And I can’t make the pain all stop
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| Except inside my brain
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| I meant it when I told you, sweetheart-
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| I was quite insane
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| My life’s malicious machinations
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| Plotting the refrain
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| An anthemic offering to any anathema you chose
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| And as I fall asleep
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| I start to whistle like a fool
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| O! |
| Life’s a long revenge
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| You take a path in spite
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| And it never seems to have an end
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| O! |
| I never liked you anyway
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| There’ll come a day that you’ll be sorry
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| And I’ll be far away
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| O! |
| You only hurt yourself
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| And never really seem to hurt anybody else
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| When I was a little kid
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| My mama said to me
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| «Son, you can be anything that you wanna be»
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| I’m sure she watched from afar
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| To see how things have gone
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| But I have naught to show
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| Except I hope she’ll sing along… |