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You've been watching over me |
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saying you're keeping me company |
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I should be grateful, I suppose |
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and compare you to a summer's rose |
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You've been talking sweet to me |
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about peace and loving harmony |
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But I know what you say about me |
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So now I tell you cause I gotta break free |
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That I can't give no false affection |
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I can do without your phony charm |
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This train ain't movin in your direction |
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This piece of poetry is meant to do harm |
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Please don't give me no warm reception |
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What you call peace to me is a call to arms |
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Some are singing to raise affection |
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But this piece of poetry is meant to do harm |
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So with what shall I compare thee? |
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Summer's clay or winter's sleet? |
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You made a non-believer out of me, |
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now you ask for my sympathy? |
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No, take your words and take your vows |
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take your flake-fuelled buddhist bows |
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Let the cool winds roughly shake |
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out all darling buds of fake |
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I can't give you no false affection |
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I can do without your phony charm |
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This train ain't movin in your direction |
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This piece of poetry is meant to do harm |
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And don't you give me no warm reception |
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What you call peace to me is a call to arms |
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I'm not singing to raise affection |
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This piece of poetry is meant to do harm |
