| I’ve a dozen good reasons to weep
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| To dog my every waking hour and haunt me where I sleep
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| But you’re gettin' me low with your litany of woe
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| There’s others torn to bits and cop it sweet
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| For those who’ve travelled far and wide and come home empty handed
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| For those who’ve left us way too early and never having found it
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| For what draws us together and what drives us apart
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| Street food for the soul and good medicine for the heart
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| Dozen good reasons to
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| Dozen good reasons to
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| Dozen good reasons to weep
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| Everybody look at me, come shower me in your sympathy
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| I’ve laid it bare for all to share my pain
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| I’m failures very progeny, a walking feckin' tragedy
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| A curse it is to speak my rotten name
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| Dozen good reasons to
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| Dozen good reasons to
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| Dozen good reasons to weep
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| I’ve got a lotta teeth for a smartarse
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| I’ve got a lotta gumption for a fool
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| Well I’ve got a lot to say about the state of us today
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| But it’s not my job to take your arse to school
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| Dozen good reasons to
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| Dozen good reasons to
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| Dozen good reasons to weep
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| Dozen good reasons to
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| Dozen good reasons to
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| Dozen good reasons to weep
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| Dozen good reasons to
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| Dozen good reasons to
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| Dozen good reasons to weep |