Whatever they say, it will hardly be the way they do
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And whatever they promise, they've heard it so many times before
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And whatever you say about me, we're probably the same kind
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For whatever I promised, I have probably already forgotten
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Finally the priest stood in the pulpit
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So I lace up my shoes
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Empty the high nose jar when I took it
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Now I was standing outside, knocking on the door
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The medicine is running out, getting worse every minute
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And the neighbor in the basement has been forced to move out
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On the street since the government has started selling out
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The apartments in the inner city, I said that, what was it I said
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Now I do not know anyone in the inner city
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Not because I did it before but it's always the same
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Whatever they say, it will hardly be the way they do
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And whatever they promise, they've heard it so many times before
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And whatever you say about me, we're probably the same kind
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For whatever I promised, I have probably already forgotten
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That I'll be a few seconds late
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But I came as fast as I could
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For the taxi get stuck in some tunnel
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And stop for cigarettes at the eleventh and seventh
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You do not smoke well, no, I do not damn it, but you knew that
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And if you want to sell me morale, you have to sell it well
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Have neither desire nor energy nor time nor reason
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Should start smoking Camel Light or are you lucky and hit with Lucky Strikes
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Just because the debate is starting to get so bizarre, I have considered starting to sell drugs
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Regarding the statement and the questions of how I got the storage together
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Yes, I was there when they sold the medical care and sold it expensively in the schoolyard
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Call it the same thing
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Whatever they say, it will hardly be the way they do
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And whatever they promise, they've heard it so many times before
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And whatever you say about me, we're probably the same kind
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For whatever you promised, I have probably already forgotten
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Have I chosen to escape it, the hood up on the avenue
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Is starting to get so cynical and does not leave the house without the umbrella
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Morning, dinner, if needed
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The headache may have been misunderstood
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And maybe I'll test if the taste is good
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So maybe you're telling me the truth enough
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Are we certainly the same, the excuses can be half-baked
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Loud on the phone on the subway
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And lies a little out of old habit so
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I hope you understand
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I probably prefer to go first in my own tracks
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And maybe, maybe I do not remember
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And you reminded me of your birthday, sorry
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Whatever they say, it will hardly be the way they do
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And whatever they promise, they've heard it so many times before
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And whatever you say about me, we're probably the same kind
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For whatever I promised, I have probably already forgotten |