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| Nazz Nazz Nazz Hang On Paul Someone's gonna tell you and it might be me There's something on your face that even you can't see It isn't your eyes and it isn't your nose You don't have to sniff to tell you that it ain't no rose It's something in your arrogant line Your brain is tired of biding its time You're gonna blow up here so Paul you got to make up your mind You drag into the studio and don't care why You got a life as big as city hall and that's no lie The aging owner treats you to a couple of beers Feeding you cliches about the thing between your ears You wonder if its all he can say You'll find a better way to say it someday But Paul you're too busy stripping gears, now Paul your life is dripping away Hang in, hang out, hang on, hang on Paul You're having a ball It's your way of life and not mine It's so strangely easy to see But you're laughing so hard you could die I'm not about to tell you what you should be doing I tend to disappear when I smell trouble brewing I understand exactly what's the matter with you We're stranded here together in this paddleless canoe I'll take my chances in the water for now It's what my mother would have wanted anyhow The life you're living is over but Paul, you're no contented cow They say being in show biz is a thrill It makes your life a breeze, [...] But you better do something Paul before it kills you, yeah Paul, you've got to make up your mind |
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