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How I regret what I must do |
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but you've left me no choice. |
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Though I still strain |
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I can't recall the beauty of your fey voice. |
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Now that I've heard come through the walls |
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a song I've heard many times |
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I must return all you gave me |
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in the company of swine. |
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We had found sacred ground you burnt down. |
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I thought you sang to tastefully |
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but now I see I was wrong. |
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Your serenade turns to filth when I leave |
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so, please, cut the love song. |
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How I regret what I must do |
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but you must be replaced |
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for I cannot go on suffering |
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such simple and common tastes. |
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When you met my eyes you sang to me |
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of passion, pain and will. |
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When I blinked you turned away |
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to kiss the hand of filth. |
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You had found sacred ground |
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You had found sacred ground |
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I'll burn down |
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I thought you sang to tastefully |
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but now I see I was wrong. |
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Your serenade turns to filth when I leave |
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so, please, cut the love song. |
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Tell me who will hear your voice, your song, |
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when the smoke has cleared and the lights are gone? |
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Tell me, who appears when I'm gone. |
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I thought you sang to tastefully |
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but now I see I was wrong. |
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Your serenade turns to filth when I leave |
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so, please, cut the love song. |
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I thought you sang to tastefully |
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but now I see I was wrong. |
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Your serenade turns to filth when I leave |
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so, please, cut the love song. |
