And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold
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And you measure for love by the sweet things you're told
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And you live in the past or a dream that you're in
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And your selfishness is your cardinal sin.
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And you want to be held with highest regard
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It delights you so much if he's trying so hard
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And you try to conceal your ordinary ways
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With a smile or a shrug or some stolen cliche.
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But don't you understand
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And don't you look about
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I'm trying to take nothing from you
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So why should you act so put out for me?
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'Cause emotionally you're the same basic trip
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And you know that I know of the times that you've slipped
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So don't try to impress me, you're just pins and paint
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And don't try to charm me with things that you ain't.
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And don't try to enchant me with your manner of dress
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'Cause a monkey in silk is a monkey no less
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So measure for measure reflect on my said
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And when I won't see you then measure it dead.
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'Cause don't you understand
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And don't you look about
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I'm trying to take nothing from you
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So why should you act so put out
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And sit there in wonder and doubt for me?
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Like Janis
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