Don't get me wrong
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Don't mind you shouting
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Just think your style excludes
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The part that really matters
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Just grow tired
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Of empty minds mouthing
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English language courses
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While they struggle with the a b c of heart
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And I confess
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That all I've learnt
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Has been learnt a million times
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By every empty heart
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That ever felt a song come home
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But I'd he happy
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When next I ask the time
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If I find I've wasted none of mine
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listening while you wasted all of yours
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(Trying to Get to) the Part That Really Matters
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| The Proclaimers |
