| Where’s the harm in voicing a doubt
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| You’ll find me in the lavatory
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| And where’s the harm in talking out loud
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| When I’m on my own
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| What’s so wrong with reading my stars
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| When I’ll be in the lavatory
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| And what is so wrong with counting the cars
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| When I’m all alone
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| You’re not the only one that I know
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| But I’m too proud to talk to you anyway
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| You’re not the only one that I know
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| But I’m far too proud to talk to you any day
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| So I say I’m in love with the world
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| And what is so wrong with voicing a doubt
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| When I’m on my own
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| It’s perfectly fine to sleep in a chair
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| From Monday 'til Saturday
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| And what is so wrong with talking out loud
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| When I’m all alone
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| You’re not the only one that I know
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| But I’m too proud to talk to you anyway
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| You’re, you’re not the only one that I know
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| But I’m far too proud to talk to you any day
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| So they rode out west to the seaside
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| And they gladly decided to stay
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| After two hours wandering outside
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| Ooh the sea air drove them away, yeah
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| You’re not the only one that I know
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| And I’m too proud to talk to you anyway
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| You’re not the only one that I know
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| And I’m far too proud to talk to you any day
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| You’re not the only one
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| But I’m far too proud you’re so
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| You’re young
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| But I know, I know, I know, I know
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| I’m far too proud to talk to you any day
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| But if you do, don’t you know
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| That I don’t mind, no, no, no |