Oh, to get ahead in this world,
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Takes a lot of kind words,
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And ruthless damning actions,
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And I hope, I never have to hurt you,
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Though I gladly will do, my friend.
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And I'll be reading in the kitchen,
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Sipping lazy cups of tea,
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I won't be brooding in my bedroom,
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With the shutters down on me,
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And this song is not cathartic,
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Because I've done nothing wrong,
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It's just a song,
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It's just a song.
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Ah, you see the more you're trying,
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The more I know you're lying,
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The more I start to hate the sight of you,
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Tell me what you would do?
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Pulled by both arms, nearly torn in two.
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And I'll be reading in the kitchen,
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Sipping lazy cups of tea,
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I won't be crying in my bedroom,
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With the covers over me,
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And this song is not cathartic,
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Because I've done nothing wrong,
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It's just a song,
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It's just a song.
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And I'll be reading in the kitchen,
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Sipping lazy cups of tea,
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I won't be brooding in my bedroom,
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With the shutters down on me,
|
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And this song is not cathartic,
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Because I've done nothing wrong,
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It's just a song,
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It's just a song.
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It's just a song,
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It's just a song.
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Just A Song
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| The Ordinary Boys |
