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I keep my nose clean, |
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I keep my speech plain |
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I keep my promises, she twists the knife again |
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I shut my memory, |
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I close my eyes and then |
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She takes another bite, she twists the knife again |
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Never leaves me my dignity |
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Makes a dunce of me in mixed company |
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No bygone, can be a bygone |
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She throws the spanner in, she puts the screws on |
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In the middle of a kiss, she twists the knife again |
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When I get up off my knees, she twists the knife again |
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When I think |
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I'm off the hook, she gets me |
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She twists the knife again, she twists the knife again |
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I make my moves well, |
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I let her tell me when |
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I walk a fine line, she twists the knife again |
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Just when the scar heals, just when the grip unbends |
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When her mind reels, she twists the knife again |
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She can give it out, she can't take it |
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She smells something bad, she has to rake it |
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I bring home my packet, my white-collar money |
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I'm in a fist fight, she thinks she's |
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Gene Tunney |
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In the middle of a kiss, she twists the knife again |
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When I get up off my knees, she twists the knife again |
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When I think |
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I'm off the hook, she gets me |
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She twists the knife again, she twists the knife again |
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Never leaves me my dignity |
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Makes a dunce of me in mixed company |
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No bygone, can be a bygone |
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She throws the spanner in, she puts the screws on |
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In the middle of a kiss, she twists the knife again |
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When I get up off my knees, she twists the knife again |
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When I think |
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I'm off the hook, she gets me |
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She twists the knife again, she twists the knife again |
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She twists the knife again |
