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I will admit I am embarrassed by your grace |
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And the complete look of boredom upon your face |
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You want to be a million miles from this place |
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You want to get on with my untimely disgrace |
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I am alone I am in love with an idea |
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Sophisticated neurological appeals |
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I want to negotiate some kind of a deal |
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I want to tear it open, show you that it's real |
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Oh, the things I will believe |
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Ignore the hundred lovers you've got hidden up your sleeve |
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The words come easily and they sound so lovely |
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I guess it's just as easy if you lie to me |
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Everybody they got all kinds of advice |
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They want to tell you just how you should live your life |
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But who exactly am I supposed to believe? |
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Am I supposed to let you walk away from me? |
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I know it's coming, I can feel it in my bones |
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And this is information you already know |
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And even if it's only temporarily |
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Give the illusion tonight you belong to me |
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Oh, the things I will believe |
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Ignore the hundred lovers you've got hidden up your sleeve |
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The words come easily and they sound so lovely |
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I guess it's just as easy if you lie to me |
