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They tell me I am all right now |
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They tell me I can go out in the sun |
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They tell me the mark is gone from my brow |
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They tell me the battle is won-- |
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So why do I feel betrayed and alone |
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When I lie with my husband at night? |
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Why am I no longer happy just being all right? |
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They tell me I am all right now |
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They tell me I have beaten the curse |
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They tell me that I was enslaved to the devil |
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In danger of death or far worse-- |
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So why do I long for the keenness of senses |
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Made dull by the sun's cruel light? |
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Why can I not be content to be merely all right? |
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Two old foreign men have fought over me to the death |
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And the older man lost |
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And now I am saved and with every breath |
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I count the unbearable cost |
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For a moment I've seen what my life could have been |
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But I'll never know freedom again |
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Just the nightmare unending of wise condescending |
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Complacent contemptible men |
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They tell me that he was a demon |
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They tell me he'd killed men for play |
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But I saw the sadness and pain in his eyes |
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That only true death washed away |
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That other man talked about souls now at peace |
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But he only lived for the fight |
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And now there is nothing to be, except simply all right |
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I could have been ageless, immortal and fair |
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And joined my dark prince in his flight |
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But now he is dead, and I . . . I'm simply all right |
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Condemned to a short, bitter lifetime of being all right |