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 Paroles de Mr. writterYou line them upLook at your shoes
 You hang names on your wall
 Then you shoot them all
 
 You fly around in planes
 That bring you down
 To meet me who loves you,
 like Me crashing to the ground
 
 Are you so lonely?
 Don't even know me
 But you'd like to stone me
 
 Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
 Why don't you tell it like it really is?
 Before you go on home
 
 I used to treat you right
 Give you my time
 But when I'd turn my back on you
 Then you do what you do
 
 You've just enough, in my own view
 Education to perform
 I'd like to shoot you all
 And then you go home
 With you on your own
 What do you really know?
 
 Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
 Why don't you tell it like it really is?
 Before you go on home
 
 And then you go home
 With you on your own
 What do you even know?
 
 Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
 Why don't you tell it like it really is?
 Before you go on home
 
 Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
 Why don't you tell it like it always is?
 Before you go on home
 
 Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is?
 Why don't you tell it like it always is?
 Before you go on home
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