| I’ve got my head down in my books
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| I’ve been reading all weekend
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| But I don’t learn anything
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| Because my mind is full of emptiness
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| I’ve less energy than a stick of celery
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| And then you call me up, down in Jericho
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| To see if I’ll go for a drink or two
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| But I don’t want you to see
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| What the lonely nights are doing to me
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| Bit my fingers to the bone
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| And I don’t want to hear you say
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| You let what happened anyway
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| 'Cos you don’t know anything
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| I was a stronger man than you when I loved Delilah
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| With her pants on fire
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| But then she cut my hair and left me here
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| With more inertia than a limpet on the shore
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| When the tide falls so low I feel like letting go
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| Though I should go to my family
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| But I don’t want you to see
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| What the lonely nights are doing to me
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| Bit my fingers to the bone
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| And I don’t want to hear you say
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| You let what happened anyway
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| 'Cos you don’t know anything
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| And I don’t want to hear you say
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| You let what happened anyway
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| 'Cos you don’t know anything |