Everyone thinks it's fine
Making cash, coasting time
Everyone thinks it's fair
To be almost free - to be almost there
??????But not really where...
Anyone can cry
So wipe away those phoney tears in your eyes
Don't come 'round here
Expecting votes
See who charts the course on a sinking boat
And whatever you give
Listen - you give to give
But humanities so weak - if it can't even give
??????The loved of the loved
There's a man down there
And it should be clear
I thought we knew
And believed in it too
Anyone can see why
So wipe away the phoney tears you cry
An' don't come 'round here
The Loved
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