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I'll take a page and try to read it to you |
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'Cause I write the stuff I find it hard to speak |
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I echo all the words you leave |
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I only dress them up in mystery |
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On any morning you can tell the story |
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'Cause I only ever give myself a fright |
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But if you're feeling just alright |
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Please don't dress it all up in love |
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You think that this will do for now |
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Someone somewhere somehow |
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On Friday morning in the court |
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Of petty sessions |
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Under Bail Act of 1982 |
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I took a pledge to understand |
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Agreeing to comply with demands |
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At any moment you will hear her calling |
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Like no one ever spoke to her before |
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But I only ever tried my luck |
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I hardly need to dress it up at all |
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You think that this will do for now |
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Someone somewhere somehow |
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Early morning without any warning |
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I heard some words I hoped you'd never say |
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And I wrestle with the thought of it |
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And bit me lip each time I hear her name |
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You think that this will do for now |
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Someone somewhere somehow |
