| Well, I saw your face in a photograph
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| Cried so much, I nearly laughed
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| You never really had the chance
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| To question why did you live some to cry some and die?
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| Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune
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| Says what’s right and wrong
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| Writes the song, calls the tune
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| Says what’s right and wrong
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| Oh, I’d have caught your eyes, but my hands were tied
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| Was it truth? |
| Was it lies?
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| Many words of truth are spoken in jest
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| Who would have guessed that, or trust that? |
| What a mess!
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| Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune
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| Says what’s right and wrong
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| Writes the song, calls the tune
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| Says what’s right and wrong
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| Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune
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| Says what’s right and wrong
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| Writes the song, calls the tune
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| Says what’s right and wrong
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| Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune
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| Says what’s right and wrong
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| Writes the song, calls the tune
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| Says what’s right and wrong
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| Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune
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| Says what’s right and wrong
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| Writes the song, calls the tune
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| Says what’s right and wrong, ooh… |