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I can tell you've got it bottled up inside. |
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I can tell 'cause it shows in your eyes. |
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You keep on keeping your secrets inside and i, I will tell you, tell you no lies. |
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That's my lip service, lip service. |
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I can tell you heard a lot of this before. |
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I can tell you've had your fill. |
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You, you keep yours, and i, I'll keep mine and when we tell stories we'll wait for bedtime. |
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But the raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; |
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Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking, fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore. |
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Said the raven, "nevermore." |
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Your lips are sealed, but your eyes reveal the reason you tell me, the reason you squeal for my lip service, lip service. |
