| You don’t need to repeat it, repeat it
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| I hared it the first time time time
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| Well, you won’t stop by
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| And tell me what the trouble is
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| I couldn’t care less, ha ha, but my double does
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| And he told me we’re both superseded
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| So why not drop by, burst my bubble for me
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| So simple to be cynical
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| Respond to things with ease
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| Once an attitudes selected
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| Then behavior is a breeze
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| They think they’ve got it covered
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| But they’ve got it all wrong
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| Hard people make hard times far worse
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| Not the reverse
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| It’s the contemporary trap
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| They want to tell you where it’s at
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| When the past is thought irrelevant
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| Our destiny’s black
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| For they’ve limited themselves
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| To an urbanite perspective
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| And the build-up, rear-down
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| Press-gang acid attack
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| Familiarity breeds contempt
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| And suppresses attempts
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| Familiarity breeds contempt
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| Sour seeds grown into stifling creepers
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| Bitterness feeds on a drive alive
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| And now my heart bleeds
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| Familiarity breeds contempt
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| And a row of resentments
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| Familiarity breeds contempt
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| And I’m not exempt |