| I never look good
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| Cos it’s so hard to do
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| This salutation is made just for you
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| And I know
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| It won’t change your mind
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| I tell you something
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| cos you asked for the truth
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| You say I’m sick of this, fuck
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| Well, I’m sick of it too
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| I know we’ve done this before
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| But I guess I’ll never change your mind
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| No I guess I’ll never change your mind
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| But I’ll try
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| When you catch me walkin' down your street
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| Falling over my endless sleep
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| Well you know, I’m keeping round your door
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| And if I’m running out of words
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| Speaking out of turn
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| And chilling at the top (unsure?)
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| Can’t carry it that far
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| Well you know, you know the reason why
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| But I guess I’ll never change your mind
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| No I guess I’ll never change your mind
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| But at least you know how hard I tried
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| Well I guess I’ll never change your mind
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| (guitar solo)
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| Well I guess I’ll never change your mind
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| No I guess I’ll never change your mind
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| But at least you know how hard I tried
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| Well I guess I’ll never change your mind |