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I wouldn't want to be you |
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Mostly not even near you |
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When you're gone they will curse you |
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And raise the tide against you |
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I no longer care now |
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For what you said was fair now |
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I just don't go there now |
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I just don't go |
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Maybe there's a way not to make it hurt |
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To cover up the words like you covered up the dirt |
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Ever since you left |
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It just gets worse |
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Living out in your town |
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Now let's say it like it is |
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I just don't know where to begin |
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It's a different way of living |
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It's so strange to what we've been |
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First we speak for ourselves now |
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And people know who we are now |
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And they wake up and they live now |
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Yes they wake up and they live |
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Maybe there's a way not to let it hurt |
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Tell it out in pictures |
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And songs and words |
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Do what we should not |
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To make it worse |
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Living out in your town |
