| Id lost the plot and roamed around
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| Looked in the shops and hit the town
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| My head was stuffed with words and aches
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| I felt so rough and out of shape
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| The clouds puffed up like bags of sweets
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| Thats just my luck, I couldnt eat
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| My guts were full of churning fear
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| With so much bull I had to clear
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| When she said stuff yourself, dont be a clown
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| Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
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| Whats this long face that keeps on Hanging around
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| She wouldnt say, I couldnt tell
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| Was this the day Id go to hell
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| I sulked around in such a mood
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| Until I found the one Id screwed
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| And then it came as clear as mud
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| I was the pain that boiled the blood
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| And saw the faults where there were none
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| Deep in the vaults where love begun
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| When she said stuff yourself, dont be a clown
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| Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
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| Whats this long face that keeps on Hanging around
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| Then she said get a grip and shake this mood
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| Get a life and find yourself some attitude
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| Whats this long face that keeps on Hanging around |