Blunt


There's no point in pretending
I am not welcome here
Pack up my suitcase and let's go
There's no point in staying
I got no friends to speak of
Toddle off back home to the other leprechauns
But they don't like me
No one likes me
So what's the point in being me?



BA Pop 1 (03-04)
© 2nd March 2004
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