I hate it when I? not polite
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When it? deserved it? still not right
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So I still wish you better days
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Though I dislike you anyway
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It doesn? mean I can? be courteous
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Excuse and pardon Me
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I get uptight and nervous and tense
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Small things tend to become immense
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I? just beginning to unwind
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So if I seem to be unkind
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It isn? really me that? talking
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Excuse and pardon Me
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My head? connected to my heart
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And I just can? pull them apart
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Although they know each other well
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The odds are slim that they will gel
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They just don? seem to go together
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Excuse and pardon Me
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Pardon Me
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| The Special Goodness |
