I get tired,
And upset,
And I'm trying to care a little less
When I'm googled,
I only get depressed,
I was taught to dodge those issues,
I was told:
Don't worry, there's no doubt,
There's always something to cry about
And when you're stuck in an angry crowd,
They don't think what they say before the open their mouths
You gotta Pack up you're troubles in your old kit bag,
and bury them beaneath the sea,
Well I don't care what the people may say, what the people may say about
me
Pack up your troubles, get your old grin back,
Don't worry 'bout the cavalry
'Coz I don't care what the whisperers say,
'coz they whisper too loud for me
Hot topic
Maybe I should drop it
It’s a touchy subject
and I like to tiptoe round the ship gone down
You got penny, but no pound
your business is running out
‘not my business to talk about
They don’t think what they say before they open their mouths.
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