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You're the kind of person, who meet at certain dismal dull affairs
Center of crowd talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs
It seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years
And though you try you just can't hide, your eyes are edged with tears
You better stop and look around
Here it comes, Here it comes, Here it comes, Here it comes
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
When you were a child and treated so kind, but never brought up right
Were overspoilt with thousand toys, and still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax
Your father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax
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Oh, who's to blame? That girl's just insane
Nothing I do don't seems to work
It only seems to make matters worse. Oh please!
You were still in school when had that fool, who really messed your mind
And after that you turned your back on treating people kind
On our first trip I tried so hard to rearrange your mind
But after a while I realised you were disarranging mine
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When you were a child and treated so kind ...