| I learned politeness on my mother’s knee
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| I learned by uprightness my number of friends
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| Should increase
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| When I think about the things I’ve done
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| I laugh out loud to no one
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| Yeah, to no one
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| 'Cause it’s so hard to meet the eyes that I see
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| When I try to open up my heart
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| There’s something inside me’n’I know it’s good
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| But understanding, it’s misunderstood
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| At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a ½
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| But I became honest Mr. Mistaken
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| In spite of the curves my smile was makin'
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| Bumpers and kickers in one big stream
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| I grew up in a life size pinball machine
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| Yeah! |
| They’re mean
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| 'Cause it’s so hard to meet the eyes that I see
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| When I try to open up my heart
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| There’s something inside me’n’I know it’s good
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| But understanding, it’s misunderstood
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| At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a ½
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| On my behalf
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| There’s something inside me and I know it’s good
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| But understanding, it’s misunderstood
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| At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a ½
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| I tried to fill some silece
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| 'Cause the silence feels so long
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| I knew the ice was gettin' thinner
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| But I kept skating on
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| My mother threw me into this world as a winner
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| But by the light of the yellow beer
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| They tell the jokes I’ll never get to hear
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| On my behalf
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| There’s something inside me and I know it’s good
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| But understanding, it’s misunderstood
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| At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a ½
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| On my behalf
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| There’s something inside me and I know it’s good
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| But understanding, it’s misunderstood
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| At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a ½
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| At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a ½
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| At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a ½
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| At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a ½
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| At the end of a smile, there’s a laugh’n’a ½ |