Don't get me wrong   Don't mind you shouting   Just think your style excludes   The part that really matters      Just grow tired   Of empty minds   Mouthing English language courses   While they struggle with the A B C of heart      The A B C of heart   The A B C of heart   The A B C of heart      [Incomprehensible]      And I confess that all I've learnt   Has been learnt a million times   With every empty heart   That ever felt a song come home      Felt a song come home   Felt a song come home   Felt a song come home      But I'd he happy   When next, I ask the time   If I find I've wasted none of mine   Listening while you wasted all of yours      You wasted all of yours   Wasted all of yours   Wasted all of yours      You wasted all of yours   You wasted all of yours   You wasted all of yours   You wasted all of yours      But don't get me wrong   'Cause I don't mind you shouting   I just think your style excludes   The part that really matters      Don't get me wrong   'Cause I don't mind you shouting   I just think your style excludes your heart