| You won’t ever amount to much
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| You won’t be anyone
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| Now tell me what you were thinking of,
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| How could you think you would be enough
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| It’s not that you have stayed too long
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| And it’s not that you’ve done something wrong
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| It’s not your fault
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| That you embarrass us all
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| You’re a hand me down
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| It’s better when you’re not around
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| You feel good and you look like you should
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| But you won’t ever make us proud
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| You’ve been used by an army of kings
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| You’ve been touched by the lips of a queen
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| Now we’ve all made good use of you
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| But you won’t be needed again
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| So why don’t you move and let someone else in And make some room for a new harlequin
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| 'Cause you never know when
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| You’ll disappoint us again
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| You’re a hand me down
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| It’s better when you’re not around
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| You feel good and you look like you should
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| But you won’t ever make us proud
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| Now you’re a hand me down
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| It’s better when you’re not around
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| You feel good and look like you should |