Oh, to get ahead in this world,
Takes a lot of kind words,
And ruthless damning actions,
And I hope, I never have to hurt you,
Though I gladly will do, my friend.
And Ill be reading in the kitchen,
Sipping lazy cups of tea,
I wont be brooding in my bedroom,
With the shutters down on me,
And this song is not cathartic,
Because Ive done nothing wrong,
Its just a song,
Its just a song.
Ah, you see the more youre trying,
The more I know youre lying,
The more I start to hate the sight of you,
Tell me what you would do?
Pulled by both arms, nearly torn in two.
And Ill be reading in the kitchen,
Sipping lazy cups of tea,
I wont be crying in my bedroom,
With the covers over me,
And this song is not cathartic,
Because Ive done nothing wrong,
Its just a song,
Its just a song.
And Ill be reading in the kitchen,
Sipping lazy cups of tea,
I wont be brooding in my bedroom,
With the shutters down on me,
And this song is not cathartic,
Because Ive done nothing wrong,
Its just a song,
Its just a song.
Its just a song,
Its just a song.
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