| I’m still home when the telephone rings
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| I’m impartial and a martyr
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| It’s quite clear wearing all of my rings
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| I’m less than feed or fodder
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| If you want I’ll do it
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| But I’m so ill-equipped
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| I’m a knot in the stitch
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| Try the last call and dream
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| On the next try I’ll be much sweeter
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| Yeah, in the next life I’ll be better
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| I toss dimes in the wishing well
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| And I’m broke cause you took all of me
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| My tombstone on a grassy hill
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| It’s a matter of fact, all my change goes to hell
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| Dig deep find the villain inside
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| The one you dare not speak of
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| Find peace at the end of the line
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| The dial tone is your true love
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| Yeah, in the next life I’ll be better
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| I toss dimes in the wishing well
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| I toss dimes in the wishing well
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| I toss dimes in the wishing well
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| It’s a matter of fact, all my change goes to hell |