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Don't give me all that jazz
Don't go saying
That good things are in the past
It's only mind over matter
Won't let my dreams die or shatter
So when the blues come a knocking
On my front door
I ask what you doing
Don't come round here no more
Go tell it to the marines
Don't give me all that jazz
Don't wanna play those games
Those dumb regrets
And all those crying shames
You know there's no need to worry
No need to wind up feeling sorry
So if the blues come a chasing me
Back into my shell
I ask 'what you doing?'
Cos I'm doing thank you very well
Go tell it to the marines
Don't give me all that jazz
When I'm feeling fine
You're waiting in line
You're waiting to bring me down low
You can tell the marines
Cos they might understand
And I don't ever wanna know
Don't give me all that jazz
Well I'm gonna nail
My colours to the mast
I wanna see the sun shining
Or there won't be no silver lining
When the blues come a calling
I don't have the time of day
I won't be listening
To a single word they say
Go tell it to the marines
Don't give me all that jazz
Oh my dreams are built to last
Gimme a break...
Don't give me all that jazz
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