| You just can’t relax
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| And you can’t rely
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| On anyone for anything
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| So you make your complaints
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| And all everyone’s let you down
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| You just can’t
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| Ever win
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| Convinced there’s a war on
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| It’s always everybody versus you
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| Convinced that your critics are watching
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| And you’ve always got something
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| You’ve always got something to prove
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| So tie the noose
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| And raise the cross
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| The martyr’s arrived
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| A desperate plea for sympathy
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| It’s all you’ll need
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| A laundry list of problems
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| Doesn’t make you interesting
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| And never getting help doesn’t make you brave
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| Not listening to reason doesn’t mean that you have faith
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| Your just cutting off your nose to spite your face
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| So tie the noose
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| And raise the cross
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| The martyr’s arrived
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| A desperate plea for sympathy
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| It’s all you’ll need!
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| And you want it all
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| You want it, you want it all
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| You want it, you want it all
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| You want it, you want it all
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| You want it, you want it all
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| You want it, you want it all
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| You want it, you want it all
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| You want it, you want it all
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| You want it, you want it all
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| You want it, you want it all
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| You want it, you want it all |