| Don’t, don’t regret it
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| No, don’t forget it
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| Should I have said it?
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| I’m a cold shoulder to cry on
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| Not to rely on
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| Saw it coming a mile off
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| Yeah, I see you’re worth knowing, that’s what people believe
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| But from all my observations say your brother’s a freak
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| Yeah, you know he don’t get up at five, six days a week
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| You know
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| You don’t see me like the others see me
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| She said «you won’t call it what it is»
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| Holy water, I’m your mother’s daughter
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| She said «you won’t call it what it is»
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| So come and open up your head
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| Don’t, don’t regret it
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| No, don’t forget it
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| Should I have said it?
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| Yeah, his only fight is ever in the weekend wars
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| While his brother, mum and sister just look over his flaws
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| You know he’s happy dying, if it’s not for a cause
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| You know
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| You don’t see me like the others see me
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| She said you won’t call it what it is"
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| Holy water, I’m your mother’s daughter
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| She said you won’t call it what it is
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| So come and open up your head
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| I’m on your side
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| Through it
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| Through it
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| And every day that I get older I’m more a child inside my head
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| 'Cause every time the party’s over, I’m the last one left
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| And every day that I get older, I’m more a child inside my head
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| 'Cause every time the party’s over, I’m the last one left
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| You don’t see me like the others see me
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| She said you won’t call it what it is"
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| Holy water, I’m your mother’s daughter
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| She said you won’t call it what it is
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| So come and open up your head |