| He says «I am not romantic come give me a kiss»
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| She says «I'm the silent type. |
| Come over here sit in this
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| I say that I am lost and you’re a road to follow
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| I say we’re all inside ourselves so often these days
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| And somehow we think we’re the next best thing to heaven
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| All so busy with our failures and all our glories
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| Everybody’s saying «Look at me! |
| Look at me!»
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| Everybody’s certain they’ve got something on one
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| Else can see. |
| Tears are falling, causes are
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| Calling but everybody’s saying «Yea, I know but look at me»
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| Psycho eyes and monster thighs, she preaches to for
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| The TV «Just give me some money and I swear I’ll save
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| Your soul. |
| It’s easy. |
| You can read the good book
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| To feel bad about yourself. |
| Just one small donation
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| Could save you from burning down in hell. |
| High and mighty yea!
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| Can’t save the ocean but we sure can save a dime
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| We may all look good but I think we’re running out of time
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| If we looked around as much as we look at ourselves
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| Stop listening to gossip and start listening to cries for help
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| Everybody’s saying «Look at me ! |
| Look at me !» |
| Everybody’s
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| Certain they’ve got something no one else can see
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| The earth is drying. |
| Planets are dying. |
| Everybody’s saying
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| «Yea, I know but look at me !» |