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(L. Cohen) |
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Now the courtroom is quiet, but who will confess. |
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Is it true you betrayed us? |
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The answer is |
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Yes. Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine, |
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I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline. |
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And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice, |
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A singer must die for the lie in his voice. |
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And I thank you, |
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I thank you for doing your duty, |
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You keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty. |
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Your vision was right, my vision was wrong, |
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I'm sorry for smudging the air with my song. |
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Oh la... Oh, the night it is thick, my defences are hid |
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In the clothes of a man |
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I would like to forgive |
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In the folds of his leather, the shade of his eyes |
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Where I have to go begging in beauty's disguise. |
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Oh good night, good night, my night after night, |
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My night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night. |
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Do do do ... |
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So save me a place in the ten-dollar grave |
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With those who took money for the pleasure we gave |
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With those always ready, with those who are dressed |
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So you could lay down with your head on their breast yes |
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And the ladies gone moist, and the judge has no choice, |
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A singer must die for the lie in his voice. |
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Oh la la la... |
