I haven’t got the brains
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To say wise things
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To tell true things
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When you laugh
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I haven’t got the strength
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To tell you straight things
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‘Cause they are different
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For everyone
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Message blows at the sun
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Grace
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I’ve got a pretty face
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Which automatically implies I’m dumb
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Wise Japanese Master says
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No time for Roo Di Ments
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He’s in my head
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And I just can’t get him out
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All is said
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And done
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Sister is calling
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In my head where she sleeps
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Longing for desire
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She’s afraid
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It’s never to keep
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Sister is moving me
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I haven’t got the guts
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To preach you blue things
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To talk about true things
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I don’t know
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‘Cause I’m a chicken in the worst
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Sense of the word
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About these harsh things
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Wanna be a friend to everyone
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Message blows at the sun
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I haven’t got the sense`
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To say sound things
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Nor profound things
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I’m not strong
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‘Cause I am far too afraid to
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Be taken wrongly
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Though I really say
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Nothing at all
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All is said
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I’m done
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Sister
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| An Pierle |
