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I don't like your fucked up bunch
Of gentle fellows, my dear
I don't like such stupid people
With their well brushed hair


I don't like your well-dressed friends
With the talk about their problems
With a can of small talk, they'll feel good
But they are fools


I don't like to sit beside you
In your brand new car
I don't like to show you need
Every day and night


You come into my life like someone
Being a star, but you are no more
After a few days with you
I was glad to be alone again


Glad - so glad - so glad - alone
Glad - so glad - so glad - alone


If you have to work for nothing
Or some pounds a day
Tears and sweat I had in future
Not much more to live


You come into my life like someone
Being a star, but you are no more
After a few days with you
I was glad to be alone again


Glad - so glad - so glad - alone
Glad - so glad - so glad - alone