People come and people go, but never go away
And spend their time complaining
That their complaint was hardly worth the time it took to do it
But they seem to do it anyway
And when it's done they say they want to run and hide their face
There's nothing to it!
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That's all right with me - I just sit and mumble "please"
That's all with me - I look at them they look at me
All we can say is, "Cheese!"
People waste their time regretting how they spent their youth
It wasn't theirs to spend but in the end
They say "I think I've seen the truth!"
And thinking makes me tired, oh really what's the use
It's just too much, let's got to bed and get a snack
It's such a headache
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Lots of times I've looked around and thought I saw a face I recognized
But I was wrong I just excuse myself and leave.
But still it makes me think that maybe they've a special part to play
But then I push that thought away because it's much too complicated.
I frame a thought of Dickens towns with characters so unaware
Of each other's influence on each other's lives
The butcher raised his price today, so Tiny Tim may have to starve a little
But that just gives the humble clerk the chance to sing the hero's song.
And it doesn't really matter if I think about it
Cause even if I don't it will happen anyway!
That's all right with me - I just sit and mumble, "please"
That's all right with me - I look at them, they look at me
We can both stare, but don't care to see
The birdie held high, so we both agree
To say, "Cheese!"
