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Well of all the lonely men, |
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In the whole wide world, |
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You just came into my life, |
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Struck at my heart, |
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With a surgical knife, |
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With the kind of expertise |
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Usually reserved for, |
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Only the top fifteen percent, |
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But I'm not counting up cent after cent. |
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Well I tasted envy; |
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It tasted heavy, |
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Now roll over, |
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I tasted fear; |
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It cost me dear, |
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So roll over, |
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Over again, |
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As envy remains, |
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At the heart of love, |
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Heart of love. |
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Well I fell into a well, |
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Whilst looking at the stars, |
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You just tossed me down a rope, |
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Lifted me back up that slippery slope, |
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And although the skies are gray, |
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I keep my conscience clear, |
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And it's futile to contest; |
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I was a guest at the fountain of tears. |
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Well I tasted envy; |
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It tasted heavy, |
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Now roll over, |
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I tasted fear; |
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It cost me dear, |
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So roll over, |
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Over again, |
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As envy remains, |
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At the heart of love, |
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Heart of love. |
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Jealousy, |
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Is a currency, |
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At the heart of love, |
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There's a cavity. |
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At the heart of Love, |
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Heart of love. |