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No psychic warning |
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You would leave me in mourning |
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From childish seductions |
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With familiar conclusions |
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High on the pavement |
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Then so low in the airport |
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No text book on therapy |
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Will stop me admitting defeat |
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If my english were better |
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could I've curved this disaster |
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I don't know |
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The sweetest of flowers |
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On the crudest of altars |
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I confide in a picture |
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as I'm breaking my promise |
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That if I just hold it together |
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I can curve this disaster |
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I don't know |
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I don't know |
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If I'd just found the humor |
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Could I've curved this disaster |
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Well I don't think so |
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I don't think so |
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Make it beautiful now |
