| I’ve kept my head against the wall
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| I’ve been this way for so long now
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| You weren’t exactly falling over yourself
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| When last I saw you
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| Well I always thought
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| We’d get along like a house on fire
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| Until you told me that I’d have to go How can someone like you work that slow
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| Whatever you think of me You listen hard and I will make you see
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| Whatever you think of me You listen hard and I will make you see
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| I don’t feel anything no more
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| The staid up graces consuming me
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| I’m not grown up and I am not a boy
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| I feel no pain and I feel no joy
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| Well I always thought
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| We’d get along like a house on fire
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| In those days when the sun was warm
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| I ran in the street where I was born
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| Whatever you think of me You listen hard and I will make you see
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| Whatever you think of me You listen hard and I will make you see
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| The streets are so empty at this time of night
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| I’d rather walk on my own than fly
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| In a world where I’d forgotten you
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| I found myself forgotten, too
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| That’s the danger of your evil books
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| And all the lies of those thieves and crooks
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| We sing it’s our natural selves
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| I’ve not found it stolen but I had to prepare for you |