¨Ï Hazel O`Connor
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Look at me, looking at you, looking back at me
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What a sad end, when could have been friends
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But you see only what you want to see
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Where your thinking that is thinking, was what you were thinking, too
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Well, this ain't the same as the heroes' game
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So many owed so much to so few
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Well! Well! Well!
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Why don't you do
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Why don't you do
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Why don't you do as you would be done by you
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Hey diddle, the cat and the fiddle
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The cow jumped over the moon
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The little dog laughed to see such fun
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And the dish ran away with the spoon
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Why don't you do
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Why don't you do
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Why don't you do as you would be done by you
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Anger, anger, anger burns so bright
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When you're lost your way lost your say
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Don't know your left from your right
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Bitter tasks the fruit of old men, fear is the key
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Well you're grown so cold, you're grown so cold
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You're grown so far away from me
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Well! Well! Well!
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Do What You Do
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| Hazel O'Connor |
