Big bad man's law doesn't carry much sway
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When you come around here
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You can still scratch my back
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And I can still change sides
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Don't carry no torch 'til you have it in type
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That I'm doing okay
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It's only one man's outlook
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It could be one more lie
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Look at it closely
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Counterfeit mostly
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Yesterdays's brushwork
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Using yesterdays' paint
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And everything that I believe
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And every note that you receive
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They're just vanities to you
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Hear that Liverpool wind as I'm making my way
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For the very last time
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Is this a resurrection?
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And do you really care?
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I can't relish no kiss 'til I happen to hear
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Your honeycomb nouns
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Let you down so often
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I'll do the same again
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Look at it closely
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Counterfeit mostly
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Yesterday's stories
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It's the same all over the world
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And everything that I believe
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And every note that you receive
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They're just vanities to you
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Busy little bodies have a story to tell
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Even if it goes against the grain
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Tiny little seeds have got an ocean to swell
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But who am I to rock the boat
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And everything that I believe
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And every note that you receive
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Look at it closely
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Counterfeit mostly
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Yesterday's brushwork
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Using yesterday's pain
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Look at it closely
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Counterfeit mostly
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Yesterday's stories
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It's the same all over the world
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Vanities
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| Mary Black |
