The sanest days are mad
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why don't you find out for yourself
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then you'll see the price
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very closely
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some men here
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they have a special interest
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in your career
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they wanna help you to grow
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then syphon all your dough
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why don't you find out for yourself
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then you'll see the glass
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hidden in the grass
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you'll never believe me, so
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why don't you find out for yourself
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sick down to my heart
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that's just the way it goes
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some men here
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they know the full extent of
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your distress
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they kneel and pray
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and they say:
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"long may it last"
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why don't you find out for yourself
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then you'll see the glass
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hidden in the grass
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bad scenes come and go
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for which you must allow
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sick down to my heart
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that's just the way it goes
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Don't rake up my mistakes
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I know exactly what they are
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and...what do YOU do?
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well...you just SIT THERE
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I've been stabbed in the back
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so many many times
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I don't have any skin
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but that's just the way it goes
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Why Don't You Find Out For Yourself
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| Morrissey |
