| Can’t shake the monkey on my back
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| Can’t lose my luggage in the friendly skies
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| Can’t tell the good guys from the bad
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| Can’t hear the music for the background noise
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| Wish I was born yesterday
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| Born yesterday
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| I would be naked in every sense
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| I would be blissful in innocence
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| If I was born yesterday
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| Can’t look a stranger in the eye
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| Can’t reach the knife between my shoulder blades
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| Can’t fall asleep for wondering why
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| Can’t keep awake to man the barricades
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| Wish I was born yesterday
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| Born yesterday
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| I would be naked in every sense
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| I would be blissful in innocence
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| If I was born yesterday
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| All this stuff inside my head
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| Wish I could remember to forget
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| I find my thrill but lose my thread again
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| Can’t say the words, they make me choke
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| Can’t hear the punchline for the joke
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| Can’t see the trees for all the smoke
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| Can’t feel the love
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| Can’t feel the love for all the hate
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| Can’t taste the dinner I just ate
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| For all the ketchup on the plate
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| Wish I was born yesterday
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| Born yesterday
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| I would be naked in every sense
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| I would be blissful in innocence
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| If I was born yesterday |