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The way this narrative's unfolding |
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I've got in way above my head, |
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sense I'm about to be held to account for |
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some things I never did, some words I never said. |
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I can tell you're keen to hold my attention |
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though my concentration's starting to fade |
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as you set out your stall and say that you're ready |
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to wait for the pay-out on promises I never made. |
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Don't know where this is going, |
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I don't know if we're speeding up or slowing down. |
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You haven't read the questions, |
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I haven't got the answers now, |
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it looks as though we've run aground. |
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Better bring it on, get the motor running; |
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surely we don't belong, but let's pretend anyway. |
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So the story's gone wrong no-one saw it coming - |
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moving along will we be moving away |
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to another life where we might not be strangers? |
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Might be husband and wife, might find our future assured? |
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Time and tide that's enticed, none of that could change us. |
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Oh but you don't think twice, just make up what's gone before. |
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I don't know where that came from, |
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a strange imagination's got |
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a stranglehold on you. |
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You talk as if you know me: |
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in reality you haven't got |
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the faintest clue. |
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And now this narrative's exploding, |
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through a merry dance your fantasies have sped. |
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Still you say my words are in your heart forever: |
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"I'll always love you....". |
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That wasn't what I said. |
