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Well, it's too late for apologies, my dear |
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I've been living in your imagery of fear |
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In all that I could see |
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Was everything you need |
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And oh, my darling, it ain't me |
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So I guess that's why I've gone and hit the road |
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Well, I bet you thought I would never really go |
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But I had to leave 'cause all you thought I believe |
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Oh my darling, wasn't me |
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Oh, I've been looking to the answers to your question |
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And I've been living like a beggar, begging you please |
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How did I set free the man that you made me |
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Oh my darling, you tell me, you tell me |
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'Cause it's too late for apologies, my dear |
