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I've got a little secret for ya Even now there's something to be proud about You come up the hard way They remind you every day You're nothing Oh my words in your mouth are mumbled all about You're like a tabloid journalist The way you cut and paste and twist You're awful Go and tell it to your king Tell him everything Tell him you know how I feel Tell him you know how i feel At the palace gates When I'm all levered of my face And I can work out what it's not about And see snakes in eyes And a million danger signs If you were late you mustn't dare complain And you wont like this at all There's nothing to break your fall Letras de cancionesAnd you know how I feel out of place Until I've levered up my face And I can work out what you're going on about Let me explain, you have to play the game Ohhhhhh He drinks and smokes his cares away His heart is in the lonely way Living in the ruins Of a castle built on sand From Letras Mania