You got a lotta nerve
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To say you are my friend
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When I was down
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You just stood there grinning
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You got a lotta nerve
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To say you gota helping hand to lend
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You just want to be on
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The side that's winning
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You say I let you down
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You know it's not like that
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If you're so hurt
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Why then don't you show it
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You say you lost your faith
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But that's not where it's at
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You had no faith to lose
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And you know it
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I know the reason
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That you talk behind my back
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I used to be among the crowd
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You're in with
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Do you take me for such a fool
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To think I'd make contact
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With the one who tries to hide
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What he don't know to begin with
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You see me on the street
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You always act surprised
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You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"
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But you don't mean it
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When you know as well as me
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You'd rather see me paralyzed
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Why don't you just come out once
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And scream it
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No, I do not feel that good
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When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
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If I was a master thief
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Perhaps I'd rob them
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And now I know you're dissatisfied
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With your position and your place
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Don't you understand
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It's not my problem
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I wish that for just one time
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You could stand inside my shoes
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And just for that one moment
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I could be you
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Yes, I wish that for just one time
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You could stand inside my shoes
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You'd know what a drag it is
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To see you
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Positively 4th Street
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| The Byrds |
