| I used to cry the blues, I could only draw or lose
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| I stored up my hate and I used it
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| As bait for the people I abused
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| Teachers who couldn’t teach, And preachers who couldn’t preach
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| Who wasted our time on, Wasting their breath on people
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| That they’d never reach
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| Wish I could say I was better, Wish I could say I was better
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| I wish that it was true, and it was ‘cos of you
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| I wish I could say I was better, Wish I could say I was better
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| I wish that it was true, and it was ‘cos of you
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| I used to know the score, But still say it was more
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| Then every act or recorded fact, That ever went before
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| Believe me when I say, I thought I knew the way
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| To whiten the black and blacken the white
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| And change the night to day
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| Wish I could say I was better, Wish I could say I was better
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| I wish that it was true, and it was ‘cos of you
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| I wish I could say I was better, Wish I could say I was better
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| I wish that it was true, and it was ‘cos of you
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| Yes you, Yeah you
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| I wish I could say I was better, Wish I could say I was better
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| I wish that it was true, and it was ‘cos of you
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| I wish I could say I was better
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| Wish I could say I was better
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| I wish that it was true
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| And it was ‘cos of you, and it was ‘cos of you
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| And it was ‘cos, and it was ‘cos, and it was ‘cos of you |