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You're on a holiday |
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You never wanted |
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It's nice to get away |
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This flat is haunted |
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I made some plans to stay |
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With those who know me |
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But now you've made a play |
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And now you throw me |
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Into your arms, I have no choice |
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And in your palms, I have no voice |
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This is my finest hour |
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Who's given all this power to me? |
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This is my finest hour |
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Though it has all gone sour for me |
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This is my finest hour |
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Who's given all this power to me? |
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There comes a time to make |
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A big decision |
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To plan your great escape |
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With great precision |
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You always were a fake |
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And superficial |
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The lengths that you would take |
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It's now official |
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Shout from the roof, and the top of |
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your voice |
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You have your proof, and you've made |
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your choice |
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This is my finest hour |
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Who's given all this power to me? |
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This is my finest hour |
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Though it has all gone sour for me |
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This is my finest hour |
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Who's given all this power to me? |
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Let's see you without your make-up |
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And try to clear up this mess |
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You're crying but all that it takes up |
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Is both of our unhappiness |
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This is my finest hour |
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Who's given all this power to me? |
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This is my finest hour |
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Though it has all gone sour for me |
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This is my finest hour |
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Who's given all this power to me? |
