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You've got it good |
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You're cruel to everyone |
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You get their feelings |
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And you shake them 'til you're all alone |
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You had the time |
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You had the motive now |
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Pretend it hurts and they run to you from miles around |
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Dressed to kill |
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By the hands that never will |
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Looks appeal |
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To what the feelings don't reveal. |
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And I can't penetrate the lies |
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But the damage you do |
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Is written across your eyes |
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So don't say you love me |
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And I can't delegate the blame |
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But it all comes out sounding just the same. |
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So don't try to touch me. |
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You turn them on |
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You switch it off again |
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A stream of lovers hanging rotting at your door again. |
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You pull the strings |
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You've had them dance for you. |
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You build them up |
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'til they think they've got a bone to chew. |
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You steal to live |
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From the hands that never give |
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Look within |
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Through the doors that don't cave in. |
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And I can't penetrate the lies |
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But the damage you do |
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Is written across your eyes |
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So don't say you love me |
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And I can't delegate the blame |
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But it all comes out sounding just the same. |
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So don't try to touch me. |
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(The words you said just broke in two) |
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And I can't penetrate the lies |
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But the damage you do |
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Is written across your eyes |
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So don't say you love me |
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And I can't delegate the blame |
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But it all comes out sounding just the same. |
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So don't try to touch me. |
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(Is it somehow rewarding, or some kind of warning?) |
