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Mrs Marion is strict with her servant |
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Behind locked doors over coffee they speak |
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They speak to my sister and my parents |
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And I'm trying hard not to shriek |
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Disengage |
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Disengage |
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Disengage |
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Disengage, disengage |
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She decodes my secrets and my fragments |
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I'd create any betrayal for their sake |
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She asks me to wait in the hallway |
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Where I'm doing my best not to, not to, not to shake |
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Disengage, disengage |
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Disengage |
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Disengage |
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Disengage |
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Muttering words to her |
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Muttering words to her |
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Muttering words to her for convenience |
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I start to head for the door |
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Mrs Marion screams over my shoulder |
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Walking out's just another metaphor |
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Disengage |
