I've kept my head against the wall
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I've been this way for so long now
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You weren't exactly falling over yourself
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When last I saw you
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Well I always thought
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We'd get along like a house on fire
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Until you told me that I'd have to go
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How can someone like you work that slow
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Whatever you think of me
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You listen hard and I will make you see
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Whatever you think of me
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You listen hard and I will make you see
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I don't feel anything no more
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This state of grace is consuming me
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I'm not grown up and I am not a boy
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I feel no pain and I feel no joy
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Well I always thought
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We'd get along like a house on fire
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In those days when the sun was warm
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I ran in the street where I was born
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Whatever you think of me
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You listen hard and I will make you see
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Whatever you think of me
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You listen hard and I will make you see
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The streets are so empty at this time of night
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I'd rather walk on my own than fight
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In a world where I'd forgotten you
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I found myself forgotten, too
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That's the danger of believing books
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And all the lies of those thieves and crooks
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We sing intellectual songs of love
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From a stolen pen to a velvet glove.
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As It Is When It Was
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| New Order |
