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  The twitching impulses to speak your mind
  I'll lend you my microscope and maybe you will find it
  Is it in that ugly place that's just behind your face
  Where you keep my picture still despite the fact
  That you had me replaced
  
  CHORUS:
  Say "Goodbye"
  Baby can't you act your age?
  You know why
  I'm going to give it to you straight
  Although I'll never be
  Unhappy as you want me to be
  Still it's all the rage
  
  I'll probably play along
  Left to my own devices
  Spare me the drone of your advice
  The sins of garter and gin
  Confession may delay
  You know the measuring pole
  The merry boots of clay
  I've heard it all before
  You'll say it anyway
  
  CHORUS
  
  Alone with your tweezers and your handkerchief
  You murder time and truth, love, laughter and belief
  So don't try to touch my heart, it's darker than you think
  And don't try to read my mind because it's full of disappearing ink
  
  CHORUS
  
  Although I'll never be
  Unhappy as you want me to be
  Still it's all the rage