| Cut off your nose to spite your friends
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| Breathing holes that will never end and
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| Speak all you want or just pretend
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| Cos you think she is a different class
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| So she sits all day by the looking glass, oh It doesn’t talk, it doesn’t last
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| But it’s not what I’ve heard you know
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| A picture speaks a thousand words
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| But baby don’t feel down
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| I left my heart in the provincial town, yeah
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| You sold your soul for magic beans
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| Don’t believe all you read on computer screens and
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| These things they mean nothing to me Rimpton stain came off the track
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| You go there once and you don’t come back, oh Good that’s what I say
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| But it’s not what I’ve heard you know it Cut your losses, shoot the poets
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| And one day you’ll come down
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| To find yourself in the provincial town
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| But it’s not what I’ve heard you know
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| A picture speaks a thousand words
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| But baby don’t feel down
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| I left my heart in the provincial town, yeah
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| But it’s not what I’ve heard you know it Cut your losses, shoot the poets
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| And one day you’ll come down
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| Oh, to find yourself in the provincial town |