| Their eyes turn down
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| And the voices rise right up
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| My father frowns
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| I get that feeling in my gut
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| I’ve been good
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| But it’s never been good enough
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| My ego low
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| I get that feeling I have been wrong
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| They don’t know you
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| They don’t like the way you talk
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| They don’t like you
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| They don’t like the way you talk
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| To me
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| They tried all night
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| To talk about the things we’ve done
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| My mother sighs
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| For fear of what we’ll become
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| «There's evil people
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| In little houses
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| With evil hopes
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| Of little blouses»
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| They don’t know you
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| They don’t like the way you talk
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| They don’t like you
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| They don’t like the way you talk…
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| To all of the people
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| That you love, but wish would go
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| In the garden of Eden
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| It’s time to bite the hand you’ve known
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| Feel the love around your throat
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| Fill your lungs, they’ll stop to blow
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| Feel the blood rush from your toes
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| Feel the love
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| All it takes is time
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| They don’t know you
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| They don’t like the way you talk
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| They don’t like you
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| They don’t like the way you talk
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| Feel the love around your throat
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| Fill your lungs, they’ll stop to blow
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| Watch your eyelids stop the show
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| Feel the love
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| Feel the love around your throat
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| Fill your lungs: they’ll stop to blow
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| Feel your heartbeat start to slow
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| Feel the love
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| All it takes is time |