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To think of my task is chilling |
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To know I was carefully |
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Building the mask I was wearing |
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For two years, swearing I'd tear it off |
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I've sat in the dark explaining to myself |
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That I'm straining too hard for feelings |
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I ought to find easily |
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Called myself Jezebel, I don't believe |
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Before I say that the vows we made |
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Weigh like a stone in my heart |
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Family is family |
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Don't let this tear us apart |
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You lie there, an innocent baby |
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I feel like the thief |
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Who is raiding your home |
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Entering and breaking |
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And taking in every room |
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I know your feelings are tender |
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And that inside you the embers still glow |
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But I'm a shadow, I'm only a bed of blackened coal |
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Call myself Jezebel for wanting to leave |
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I'm not saying |
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I'm replacing love for some other word |
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To describe the sacred tie |
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Tthat bound me to you |
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I'm just saying |
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We've mistaken one for thousands of words |
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And for that mistake |
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I've caused you such pain |
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That I damn that word |
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I've no more ways to hide |
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That I'm a desolate and empty |
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Hollow place inside |
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I'm not saying |
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I'm replacing love for some other word |
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And to describe the sacred tie |
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That bound me to you |
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I'm not saying |
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Love's a plaything no, it's a powerful word |
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Inspired by strong desire |
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To bind myself to you |
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How I wish that we never had tried |
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To be man and his wife? |
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To weave our lives into a |
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Blindfold over both our eyes |
