Hey you! Are you looking at me?
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Don't waste your time
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'Cos I know your crime
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And the lines around your eyes don't show
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When your face is in repose
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The skin is tightening
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As you touch a nerve
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Did you get what your paid for?
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Or did you only get what you deserve?
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Ch.
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Go home, go home, go home, go home, go home
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And don't come back again
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'Til we tell you to
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'Til we say you can
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Go home, go home, go home, go home, go home
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And don't come back again
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We analyzed you
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We despise you
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And we can't help you now...
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Sense - is it on your face?
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As you think about that Cul-de-sac
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Under which you lack
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And the slanders you repeat
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When I don't fall at your feet
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Too old to be so frightened
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And too sacared to tell the truth
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You lie in teenage anguish
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Which you can no longer blame upon your youth
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Ch.
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Go home, go home, go home, go home, go home
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And don't come back again
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'Til we tell you to
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'Til we say you can
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Go home, go home, go home, go home, go home
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And don't come back again
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We analyzed you
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We despise you
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And we can't help you now
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We despise you
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We despise you
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We Despise You
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Elvis Costello |