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Mic city sons seem to dumb everything down
I got wished a lot of luck
And Ill tell you what its worth now

Its a cold-blooded style
Never was worthwhile
Youre as good as they come
But youre such a f***ing trial

You went and called me up
Do you bother me on purpose
You make me feel like Im half my age
And at least twice as nervous

You go ah-ha whistling
Sweet caroline
And Ill be there to ? ?
Cos I never speak my mind

Its a miracle how
No offence is taken
But Im full of them then
Anytime you feel up to face them

You go drink your problems still
A statue in the barroom
Youve got feelings left to kill
And I wont forget it too soon

Its a cold blooded style
Never was worthwhile
Youre as good as they come
But youre such a f***ing trial

You go ah-ha whistling
Sweet caroling
And Ill be there to ? ?
Cos I never speak my mind
You dont want me to speak my mind