| Who of my friends will be first in line
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| To say I warned you and I told you so
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| Giving reminders of troubles I should have seen coming
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| Things I already know
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| Big words about act and consequence
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| Are of little help when we’re history
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| Do’s and don’ts and pointing fingers
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| And their home made morality
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| And no one else matters
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| No use telling me what to do
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| Even if it’s true why bother
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| I’d much rather be my own fool
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| And if anyone ever matters it’s you
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| If they worry about my new won confidence
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| And they don’t know what to believe
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| I say my willing victim was just a made up image
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| That I had worked on secretly
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| I won’t compare with every judging stranger
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| When I got my own hell to rise
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| Finally I made his face flush with anger
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| And somehow I managed to look surprised
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| And no one else matters
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| No use telling me what to do
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| Even if it’s true why bother
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| I’d much rather be my own fool
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| And if anyone ever matters it’s you |