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You offered me a cigarette, I pirouette... with sihlouettes of statuettes. |
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We're ice behind a window. Would you be my widow? Would you even be my |
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wife? Life's not long enough for questions of sessions over cakes and |
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coffees. Therapy, I've had enough of - I want to change things overnight, |
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because I've been alone too long.. too long.. too long... |
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And you say you understand me when I hardly know myself. |
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So much talk so many theories - it's really such a bore for me. |
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The story stays the same - it goes on and on... |
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What gives you the right to analyze? You paralyze me with your probing. |
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In the end I just agree... Maybe we're just puppets after all. |
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Love puppets. (not glove puppets! Hearts of gold, souls on string. |
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My soul's on a string... Love Puppets! My heart's a shiny gold.) |
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Why the tricks? Why the teasers? Can't I even please you for an hour? |
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Won't you simply listen? I've got a lot to say |
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about us and plans and things that we could do... |
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(I need you NOW don't leave me...) |
