And I tell this truth to you
Not out of spite or anger
But simply because it's true
Giving back all of what you owe
Nothing is better, nothing is better
But I can't say I sympathize
With what your fate is going to be
Yes, for telling all those lies
Now you must provide some answers
And the sooner you come up with them,
the sooner you can leave.
Nothing is better, nothing is better
Take care of yourself, get plenty of rest
Now you know nothing was delivered
And it's up to you to say
Just what you had in mind
When you made everybody pay
No, nothing was delivered
Yes, and someone must explain
And as long as it takes to do this
Then that's as long as you'll
Take care of yourself, get plenty of rest.
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