I get tired, and upset
And i'm trying to care a little less
I get googly then I only get sad and depressed

I was taught to hide those issues, I was told:
Don't worry, there's no doubt
There's always something to cry about

When you're stuck in an angry crowd
They don't think what they say before they open their mouth, you gotta


Pack up your troubles in your old knit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don't care what the people may say

What the people may say bout me.
Pack up your troubles get your old grin back
Don't worry about the cavalry

I don't care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me


A hot topic,
Maybe I should drop it,
It's a touchy subject,

And I like to tiptoe 'round the s**t going down,
You got penny, no pound
So if your business is running out

It's not my business to talk about
They don't think what they say before they open their mouth, you gotta


Pack up your troubles in your old knit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don't care what the people may say

What the people may say bout me
Pack up your troubles get Your old Grin back
Don't worry about the cavalry

I don't care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me



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Pack up your troubles in your old knit bag
And bury them beneath the sea

I don't care what the people may say
What the people may say bout me
Pack up your troubles get Your old Grin back

Don't worry about the cavalry
I don't care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me


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