Don't tell me anything...anyhow
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your contribution, proposed solution fails for now
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cause I can see your house from here
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now the leaves have fallen, dear
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you're such a little privateer
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as your confession draws mor enear
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Don't sell me anything...of any kind
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your one time offer is so uncalled for
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you call it piece of mind
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but I don't want your life insurance
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home auto health fire insurance
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just make this basic inference
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employs a little common sense
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Time and again I find I'm listless or rather fistless
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in time that's what I find
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Carry me to Mecca with what you may devine
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take me with you, take me with you, don't leave me behind
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Don't tell me anything...anyhow
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your trite donation, commercialization
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won't hold water now
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'cause I can see your ship from here
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now the weather's bright and clear
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you're such a little privateer
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as your confession draws near
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The Confession
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| Andrew Bird |
