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The tiny slip at midnight |
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A little sip at noon |
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You're tired and torn approaching dawn |
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My penitent buffoon |
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Wouldn't you think I'd know by now |
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I shouldn't have entertained it |
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Couldn't you keep that to yourself |
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You cried for my forgiveness |
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You say it sets you free |
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You summon dear the shameful tears |
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That spill all over me |
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Wouldn't you think I'd know by now |
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I shouldn't have entertained it |
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Couldn't you keep that to yourself |
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The penny rides at evening tide |
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The vain requests |
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The blush of the night |
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And the blooming bush |
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Where you failed every test |
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What should I believe of you? |
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What should I forget |
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Am I innocent yet |
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Is it the wife you would have beaten |
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Is it the child you couldn't bear? |
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I fear you have mistaken me |
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For somebody who cares |
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The sophisticated victim |
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That you skilfully request |
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You can hide behind your wishes |
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You can hide behind despair |
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And all the wretched syndroms |
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That carry away the blame |
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Couldn't you keep you keep that to yourself |
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And wouldn't you shouldn't you couldn't you |
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Keep that to yourself |
