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You’ve got good reason to be crying,

I’ve got good reason to smile,

Your life is in danger of losing its style,

Of losing its purpose, Of losing its name.

And now you’re back to square one,

With only yourself to blame.

So?

Who Cares?

[Repeat x4]

Now here’s a sight, that’s far too late.

Your old sense of ambition, is so out of date

Your life is now empty, you’ve no ideas,

There’s no longer a market, for your kind of career.

How are you going to cope?

When you’ve been stripped to the bone,

You’ve lost your gold express card and your mobile phone

Now here’s a sight, that’s far too late.

To see you looking for sympathy, but only finding more hate.

So?

Who Cares?

[Repeat x4]