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You get nothing for nothing, so why would I mind? Buying a ticket to get with you sometimes, The rich lady's reading about food for the soul, And she travels alone, but she’s not lonely. The man at the back with his built up shoe, Listening to loud tunes; his bad music. I’m alright so why would I care, If my heart is here and my home is nowhere. It’s a shame to be, Full of love in me, For somebody who, Doesn’t want me to, People make mistakes, It’s a shame to change, I make memories, Make me lucky. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Adverts make your love last longer. Is this everything you wanted, 'Cos you can take it if you want it. You don’t have a hand in your family, Who say you don’t have the blood in your soul. Your blameless, famous insani-tree, I know your bad taste can’t get parole. It’s a shame to be, Full of love in me, For somebody who, Doesn’t want me to, People make mistakes, It’s a shame to change, I make memories, Make me lucky. Rich with no clue how to spend money, Tan too deep when it’s not sunny. Don’t change your mind just for nothing, I can tell when I’m not wanted. There is help here when you want it, It makes more sense said out of context. You whisper your lines like Quincey does it, But I can’t live without you, not yet. It’s a shame to be, Full of love in me, For somebody who, Doesn’t want me to, People make mistakes, It’s a shame to change, I make memories, Make me lucky. |