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Neil Tennant] [
Bernard Sumner] [
Neil Tennant + Bernard Sumner]
Talking of my attributes
The things I do so well
As anyone who's in cahoots
With me will readily tell
I've lived up here, I've been down there
I've bought so I could sell
And if I drove a faster car
I'd drive it bloody well
How could I change?I live without restraint
And I would try the patience of a saint
And I would try the patience of a saint Thinking of my attitudes Talking one-on-one I may disagree with you But look where you've come from And all that you've got I thought that I would faint But I would try the patience of a saint And I would try the patience of a saint I would try the patience of a saint
I'm talking to myself (I'm talking to myself) Talking to myself (myself myself)I'm talking to the one that I know best I'm talking to the one that I know best
Bury me with gratitude
You can't go to hell Why should I care? I'd rather watch drying paint But I would try the patience of a saint And I would try the patience of a saint I would try the patience of a saint And I would try the patience Of a saint
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