Someone's gonna tell you and it might be me
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There's something on your face that even you can't see
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It isn't your eyes and it isn't your nose
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You don't have to sniff to tell you that it ain't no rose
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It's something in your arrogant line
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Your brain is tired of biding its time
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You're gonna blow up here
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so Paul you got to make up your mind
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You drag into the studio and don't care why
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You got a life as big as city hall and that's no lie
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The aging owner treats you to a couple of beers
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Feeding you cliches about the thing between your ears
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You wonder if its all he can say
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You'll find a better way to say it someday
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But Paul you're too busy stripping gears,
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now Paul your life is dripping away
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Hang in, hang out, hang on, hang on Paul
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You're having a ball
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It's your way of life and not mine
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It's so strangely easy to see
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But you're laughing so hard you could die
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I'm not about to tell you what you should be doing
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I tend to disappear when I smell trouble brewing
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I understand exactly what's the matter with you
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We're stranded here together in this paddleless canoe
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I'll take my chances in the water for now
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It's what my mother would have wanted anyhow
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The life you're living is over
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but Paul, you're no contented cow
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They say being in show biz is a thrill
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It makes your life a breeze, [...]
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But you better do something Paul before it kills you, yeah
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Paul, you've got to make up your mind
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Hang On Paul
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Nazz |