Phooey! - Getting Better | Текст песни

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Why do I cry? Things are getting uptown now
I believe things are getting better somehow
and all the poor sods who're screaming their lungs out: "I don't know!"
For every little kid who prayed that it worked out, let it show

Things are getting better but things are better wrong
You'll never understand her
You'll never have it all

You and I we don't really get along
I must leave
You know I really stayed here to long
You know it will be alright, yeah, everything works out
or so I'm told
But everyone needs someone to make them feel useless
You'll fit that role

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