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Well, I find it hard to concentrate
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While you sit there and contemplate
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Why success is such an aphrodisiac
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Cos when push comes down to shove
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And you start to talk of love
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I don't know why I don't get up
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And give your face a smack
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When I think of all the lies I've told
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It's a wonder I can stand myself
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Chorus:
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It's just my ever changing moral stance is up for grabs again
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My ever changing moral stance is up for grabs again
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Though you leave no room for guessing
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I guess I ain't learnt my lesson
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Cos it's getting to the point
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Where there's no turning back
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I don't need this anymore
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And I should just walk out the door
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If I stay here any longer
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Then I'm bound to crack
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When I think of all the lies I've told
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It's a wonder I can stand myself
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Chorus
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I didn't dream my being here would hurt you
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I didn't mean to hurt no-one
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I didn't think
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But then I never do
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So now I find I hate you
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And I find I just berate you
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Cos you played along
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With all the things I asked you to
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So please now don't come near
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Cos I've had it up to here
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And I thought I'd made it clear
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That I feel such a fool
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When I think of all the lies you told
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It's a wonder you can stand yourself
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Chorus:
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It's my ever changing moral stance is up for grabs again
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My ever changing moral stance is up for grabs again
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My ever changing moral stance is up for grabs again
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My ever changing moral stance is up for grabs again
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MY EVER CHANGING MORAL STANCE
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| Stiff Little Fingers |