| You seem so awfully quiet
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| So why am I enjoying the silence?
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| Did you eat your words for breakfast?
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| Are you hungry for me to forget this?
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| Somehow it’s not easy sailing
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| In fact there’s a little bit of waiting
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| Did you eat your words for breakfast?
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| Did you eat your words for breakfast?
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| Why are you dressed in that coat of anger?
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| When baby it’s not your colour
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| Oh baby, it’s just not your colour
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| And maybe you’ll find a girl that
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| Doesn’t care if you’re honest
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| And will love you for the money in your wallet
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| Am I just another coin in the bottom of your pocket?
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| In the bottom of your pocket
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| You seem so suddenly nervous
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| Like someone owes you the world
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| And it looks like they can’t afford it
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| ‘Cause they’re wealthy in what’s important
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| And somehow you feel like a magnet
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| I try to pull away but can’t resist
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| Am I just another coin lingering?
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| Is that why I’m so cosy in the depths of your pocket?
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| Why are you dressed in that coat of anger?
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| When baby it’s not your colour
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| Oh baby, it’s just not your colour
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| And maybe you’ll find a girl that |
| Doesn’t care if you’re honest
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| And will love you for the money in your wallet
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| Am I just another coin in the bottom of your pocket?
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| In the bottom of your pocket, yeah
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| A copper boy left you out in the city
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| I bet he told you he was made gold but really
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| He weighed you down 'til you’re heavy, nothing out the ordinary
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| Why are you dressed in that coat of anger?
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| When baby it’s not your colour
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| Oh baby, it’s just not your colour
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| And maybe you’ll find a girl that
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| Doesn’t care if you’re honest
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| And will love you for the money in your wallet
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| Am I just another coin in the bottom of your pocket?
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| In the bottom of your pocket, yeah, mmm |