I get tired
And iím trying to care a little less
When I google I only get depressed
I wast taught to dodge those issues I was told
Thereís no doubt
Thereís always something to cry about
When youíre stuck in an angry crowd
They donít think what they say before they open their mouths
Pack up your troubles in you old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I donít care what the people may say
What the people may say about me
Pack up your troubles get your old grin back
Donít worry íbout the cavalry
I donít care what the whisperers say
Cosí they whisper too loud for me.
Maybe I should drop it
Itís a touchy subject
And I like to tiptoe round the tiff goiní down
You got penny, but no pound
Your business is running out
Ďnot my business to talk about
They donít think what they say before they open their mouths.
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