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Wise, wise, wise are your lies |
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How they circle around like a dove in the sky |
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How you subtly add in your tricks and your spins |
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And the wind is so quick that I almost give in |
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To your sins, sins, sins |
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You're lookin' back at me with that playful grin |
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And then you straddle the fine, fine line like a sexy beast |
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I'm sure that line agrees but I |
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Don't |
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And I never knew it could be so |
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Easy |
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Being alone |
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Oh those eyes |
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When I look into your lovely eyes |
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I see disguise, disgust, denial, distrust |
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I must be lookin' at a reflection of your lust |
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Must, must, must you be so satisfied in your pride |
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Love you know how hard I tried |
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And I cried |
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But now I think I'm starting to see the brighter, other side |
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And in your favourite chair there is a vacancy sign |
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And in my silky hair there ain't no fingers intwined |
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And there's a very unstable mind on the other side |
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Of your ringing phone |
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And I never knew it could be so |
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Easy |
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Being alone |
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Lies linger on your lips |
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Just like the fingers on my hips |
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But love there ain't gonna be |
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Another kiss this time |
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What a waste |
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Of such a terrible taste still it had it's time and |
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Had it's place |
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But it was way overshot and not it's being overthrown |
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And I never knew I could feel so |
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Free |
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Being alone |
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Being alone |
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Being alone, alone, alone |
