| Oh, to get ahead in this world
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| Takes a lot of kind words
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| And ruthless damning actions
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| And I hope, I never have to hurt you
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| Though I gladly will do, my friend
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| And I’ll be reading in the kitchen
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| Sipping lazy cups of tea
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| I won’t be brooding in my bedroom
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| With the shutters down on me
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| And this song is not cathartic
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| Because I’ve done nothing wrong
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| It’s just a song
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| It’s just a song
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| Ah, you see the more you’re trying
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| The more I know you’re lying
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| The more I start to hate the sight of you
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| Tell me what you would do?
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| Pulled by both arms, nearly torn in two
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| And I’ll be reading in the kitchen
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| Sipping lazy cups of tea
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| I won’t be crying in my bedroom
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| With the covers over me
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| And this song is not cathartic
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| Because I’ve done nothing wrong
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| It’s just a song
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| It’s just a song
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| And I’ll be reading in the kitchen
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| Sipping lazy cups of tea
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| I won’t be brooding in my bedroom
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| With the shutters down on me
|
| And this song is not cathartic
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| Because I’ve done nothing wrong
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| It’s just a song
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| It’s just a song
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| It’s just a song
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| It’s just a song |