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One night while walking on the rounds |
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One seems to lose all control |
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The face jerks in a spasm of frowns |
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And the blood on the shirt |
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Ladies' faces and memories of things |
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Tried to long put away |
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Surprised the head and a number of things |
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Seemed to subtly say |
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O don't be shy |
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O don't be shy |
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O don't be shy |
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O don't be shy |
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I can glance with a movement of lids |
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Or a shift of my head |
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When confronted with things that I did |
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Act like nothing's been said |
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Or take god as a covering guard |
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When I do not believe |
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In the grace of a governing god |
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Who can see us in need |
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O don't be shy |
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O don't be shy |
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O don't be shy |
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O don't be shy |
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Help me find what it is to be |
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Is a womanly cry |
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Any hint of a request for help |
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Is not from I |
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I can sing on the corners of streets |
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O so in love |
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While some goat incessantly bleats |
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From there above |
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O don't be shy |
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O don't be shy |
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O don't be shy |
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O don't be shy |
