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Wash your heart off with hot water, |
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wash your mouth out with the maker's meat |
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Walk until you kindly wander, |
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just make sure you're wandering towards me |
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You may wake as king tomorrow, |
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if tonight you can just stay off the street, |
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where i know you feel free |
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This is not for your eyes to see, |
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so won't you please stop staring at me |
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I think you better find a way out of here, |
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'cause i don't think you'll like what i've become |
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I think you better find a way out of here, |
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'cause i don't think you'll like what i've become |
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No, I cannot explain how we always find shelter from the rain |
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When it gets cold and we get carried away, |
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Now we suffer from sunday-window pain |
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You know, we will not be friends tomorrow |
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if tonight we just get under the sheets, and just feel free |
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This is not for your eyes to see, |
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so won't you please stop staring at me |
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I think you better find a way out of here, |
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'cause i don't think you'll like what i've become |
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I think you better find a way out of here, |
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'cause i don't think you'll like what i've become |
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You know, it's getting very hard for me, |
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to look in the mirror with no reflection of my face |
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But that is not the hardest part for me, |
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it's just knowing i won't see the light of day |
