(Elvis Costello/Aimee Mann)
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There's no charity in you
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And that surprises me
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I guess I thought you were a golden idol
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'Cause I called you majesty
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On the balustrade
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You watched me hunt for tips I was obliged to pick up
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From the passing trade
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CHORUS:
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Hey, kids--look at this
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It's the fall of the world's own optimist
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I could get back up if you insist
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But you'll have to ask politely
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'Cause the eggshells I've been treading
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Couldn't spare me a beheading
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And I'll know I had it coming
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From a Caesar who was only slumming
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Hey, kids--look at this
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It's the fall of the world's own optimist
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Well, I could have objections
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Which you could override
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But what's the point--we're only flogging the horse
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When the horseman has up and died
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Once I testified
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And swore I'd never leave a stone unturned--
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I bet you're really glad that I lied
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CHORUS
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Hey, kids--look at this
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It's the fall of the world's own optimist
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I could get back up if you insist
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But you'll have to ask politely
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Yes, you'll have to ask politely
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Yes, you'll have to ask
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(The) Fall Of The World's Own Optimist
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| Elvis Costello |
