The Sundays - You're Not The Only One I Know



where's the harm in voicing your doubt
you'll find me in the lavat'ry
and where's the harm in talkin' out loud when I'm on my own

what's so wrong with reading my stars
when I'll be in the lavat'ry
& what is so wrong with counting the cards when I'm all alone

you're not the only one that I know
& I'm too proud to talk to you anyway
you're not the only one that I know
& I'm far too proud to talk to you any day

so I say I'm in love with the world
& what is so wrong with reading my stars when I'm on my own

it's perfectly fine to sleep in a chair from Monday till Saturday
& what is so wrong with talking out loud when I'm all alone

you're not the only one that I know
& I'm too proud to talk to you anyway
you're not the only one that I know
but I'm far too proud to talk to you any day

so they rode out west to the seaside
& they gladly decided to stay
but after two hours wandering outside
ooh the sea air drove them away, yeah

you're not the only one that I know
& I'm too proud to talk to you anyway
you're not the only one that I know
& I'm far too proud to talk to you any day

you're, you're not the only one
but I'm far too proud you're so --
you're -- you're
but I know, I know, I know, I know
I'm far too proud to talk to you any day

but if you do, don't you know
that I don't mind, no, no, no

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