where's the harm in voicing a doubt
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you'll find me in the lavatory
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and where's the harm in talking out loud when I'm on my own
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what's so wrong with reading my stars
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when I'll be in the lavatory
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and what is so wrong with counting the cars when I'm all alone
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you're not the only one that I know
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and I'm too proud to talk to you anyway
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you're not the only one that I know
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and I'm far too proud to talk to you any day
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so I say I'm in love with the world
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and what is so wrong with voicing a doubt when I'm on my own
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it's perfectly fine to sleep in a chair
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from Monday 'til Saturday
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and what is so wrong with talking out loud when I'm all alone
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you're not the only one that I know
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and I'm too proud to talk to you anyway
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you're, you're not the only one that I know
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but I'm far too proud to talk to you any day
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so they rode out west to the seaside
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and they gladly decided to stay
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after two hours wandering outside
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ooh the sea air drove them away, yeah
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you're not the only one that I know
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and I'm too proud to talk to you anyway
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you're not the only one that I know
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and I'm far too proud to talk to you any day
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you're not the only one
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but I'm far too proud you're (son)
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you're young
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but I know, I know, I know, I know
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I'm far too proud to talk to you any day
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but if you do, don't you know
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that I don't mind, no, no, no
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you're not the only one I know
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