The Critic

Early sunday morning, coffee by my bed
 sunlight on my pillow, music in my head
 early morning papers are beneath the door
 I see my name and I read on for more
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 More, more, more, more
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 As I sit there reading, garbage truck drives by
 Garbage that I'm reading just reel in my eyes
 Early morning papers slipping from my hands
 Words and words that I don't understand
 
 Don't play the critic
 Try to forget it
 Listen to the music
 Oh, don't play the critic
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 As you sit there writing what goes through your head
 So bitter and so biting wishing I was dead
 Early sunday morning slipping to your bed
 Words can't hurt you, no words can't hurt you
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 Don't play the critic
 Try to forget it
 Listen to the music
 Oh, don't play the critic
 Don't play the critic
 Try to forget it
 Listen to the music
 Oh, don't play the critic