when the world, it shows me upmy clothes, they show me up
I never knew this beforemy finest hour that I've ever knownwas finding a pound on the Undergroundwhen my words came stumbling outand then I went tumbling out
[I never believed/I've never been here] beforeand the finest hour that I've ever knownwas finding a pound on the Undergroundand I keep hoping you are the same as meand I'll send you letters and come to your house for teawe are who we are, what do the others knowbut poetry is not for me, so show me the way to gohomewhen the words came stumbling out of my mouthand I went tumbling out [here, no no, no no]but I keep hoping you are the same as meand I'll send you letters and come to your house for teawe are who we are, what do the others knowbut poetry is not for me, so show me the way to gooh, I'm going homebut I'll keep hoping you are the only oneyes, and I'll send you letters, oh, wouldn't it be such funoh, we are who we are, whatever the others saybut poetry is not for me, and much as I'd like to stayoh, I just want to go homeyou're, you're, you're too young
[should've been], you, you're, you're too young
[it should've been], you too, you're too, you're too young
[it should've been], you, you, you're too young
[you should've been, safer, saner]
[bribed the judge and then] sat downooh, you're, you're, you're too young
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