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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