No one knows what it's like
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To be the bad man
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To be the sad man
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Behind blue eyes.
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No one knows what it's like
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To be hated
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To be fated
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To telling only lies.
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But my dreams they aren't as empty
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As my conscience seems to be.
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I have hours, only lonely
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My love is vengeance
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That's never free.
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No one knows what it's like
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To feel these feelings
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Like I do
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And I blame you.
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No one bites back as hard
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On their anger
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None of my pain and woe
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Can show through.
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But my dreams, they aren't as empty
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As my conscience seems to be.
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I have hours, only lonely
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My love is vengeance
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That's never free.
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When my fist clenches, crack it open
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Before I use it and lose my cool.
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When I smile, tell me some bad news
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Before I laugh, and act like a fool.
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And if I swallow anything evil
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Put your finger down my throat
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And if I shiver please give me a blanket
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Keep me warm, let me wear your coat.
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No one knows what it's like
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To be the sad man
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To be the bad man
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Behind blue eyes.
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Behind Blue Eyes
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Pete Townshend |