| I don’t want to talk to you and,
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| You don’t want to talk to me,
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| So I’ll shut my eyes and think of England,
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| While I speak,
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| You don’t want my photograph,
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| And I don’t want to know your name,
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| You say we look the same,
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| Like, everybody else,
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| Maybe that’s because we like to keep ourselves to ourselves,
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| You want something different,
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| You want something false,
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| You want your opinion to always be involved,
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| That won’t last at all,
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| No that’s not natural,
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| If you should change your colours,
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| Or you should change your mind,
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| I won’t go holding grudges,
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| Let’s sleep in darks light,
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| Oh how you’d love it,
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| If we’d disappeared,
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| Along the horizon,
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| Going down like sinking ships,
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| In the night time,
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| No one came to save our souls,
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| No one came to fix the holes,
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| But we made it back to land,
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| So if you’ve backed the underdog,
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| You may collect your winnings,
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| If you should change your colours,
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| Or you should change your mind,
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| I won’t go holding grudges,
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| Let’s sleep in darks light,
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| But by the same token,
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| I cannot forget,
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| How you hanged your…
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| Those you don’t respect,
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| So I will not pretend,
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| You and I want to be friends,
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| Cos' we both know that that would be a lie |