He's good at giving advice
on other peoples life,
he thinks he knows wrong from right,
and that he can see a light,

but when he has a drink
he always wants to fight,
and all his sensitivity goes right out of sight.

Mr Sensitivity just wants to be understood,
he wants to wipe all the bad away,
and keep all the good,
and if he stopped drinking
he most probably could,

but who would love Mr sensitivity?

I probably would.

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