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I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed |
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You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road |
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The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel |
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I hate myself for loving you and I'm glad the curtain fell. |
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I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed |
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And the mercy that you showed to me, whoever would have guessed |
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I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within |
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That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin. |
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Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped |
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Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped |
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Like a slave in orbit he's beaten 'til he's tame |
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All for a moment's glory and it's a dirty, rotten shame. |
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There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them |
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In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem |
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The crystall ball upon the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet |
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I've paid the price of solitude but at least I'm out of debt. |
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I can't recall a useful thing you ever did for me |
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'Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees |
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We stared into each other's eyes 'till one of us would break |
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No use to apologize, what difference would it make ? |
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So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine |
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The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen |
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Lady Luck who shines on me, will tell you where I'm at |
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I hate myself for loving you but I should get over that. |