To be exposed
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In all my strife
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You gaze upon
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My troubled life
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But it don't bother me
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What you see
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No, oh no
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It just don't bother me
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You take my name
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And hang it high
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You paint my picture
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With colored lies
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But it don't bother me
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What you do
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No, oh no
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It just don't bother me
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You twist my words
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Like plaited reeds
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To mark your gain
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And help your needs
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But it don't bother me
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What you say
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No, oh no
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It just don't bother me
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What truth is told
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Of who I am
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Shall break the silence
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Of waters calm
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But it don't bother me
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Who I am
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No, oh no
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It just don't bother me
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But if was
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A beggar boy
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I'd sing of riches
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I could enjoy
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But it, it don't bother me
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What they are
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No, oh no
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It just don't bother me
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I'm a thinkin' now
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I would rather hide
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Or turn my back
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And stand aside
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But it, it don't bother me
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What I do
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No, oh no
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It just don't bother me
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It Don’t Bother Me
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| Bert Jansch |
