| These are only my impressions
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| All of which are false
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| The day you’ve got nothing to say’s
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| The day I check your pulse
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| Your ravings and your disses
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| Your cruel cruel cruel cool
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| You never did nothing you hid
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| Except water down the truth
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| FYI a POV
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| Don’t make an NGO
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| This scorn porn’s just the showboat spawn
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| Of lying in an exit poll
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| Who’s screwing who, what, where, how? |
| *(Wow!)*
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| Power gets let off every time
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| And all this scot-free moralising’s got
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| Me quite demoralised
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| You phone it in
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| All shame and sin
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| You’re coming out swinging, ohh
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| Those who can’t, teach
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| Those who don’t, speech
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| Cause we’d never see the light on our own
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| (Ohh) So why do I feel like I’m dying?
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| Shame and sin
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| Where you been
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| I don’t ever miss you being on my own
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| Then you come in
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| All knowing
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| Like you’ve never made mistakes of your own
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| Kneel down by the advertising
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| Don’t you make a single false move
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| We’ve got spies and rabble rousing
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| Seems like you could use a little sagely abuse
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| Where you been?
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| Shame and sin
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| I see everyone’s joining in like they know
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| Then you come in
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| All shame and sin
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| Like you’ve never made mistakes of your own
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| Life’s beautiful
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| (Ohh) So why do I feel like I’m dying? |