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(Gary Brooker/Pete Sinfield) |
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I've been watching your performance |
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From the minute you got here |
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you've been riding on your high horse |
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But your motives are not clear |
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You have filled up all the ashtrays |
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And the carpets wearing thin |
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I believe we both speak English |
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Won't you kindly let me in |
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Let me in all I want to do is help you |
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Let me in, let me in, let me in |
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You keep looking out the window |
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You keep staring at the door |
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Yeah and every time the phone rings |
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You make frantic semaphore |
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I'm a man that's used to trouble |
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I've seen all the seven sins |
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I'll even be your long lost uncle |
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If you'll only let me in . .. |
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Let me in all I want to do is help you |
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Let me in, let me in, let me in |
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You know they say a trouble shared's a trouble half way gone |
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But bottle it inside and you'll explode |
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I'd rather have your tears than nitro-glycerine |
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So let me in I can take the load |
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I can mend a heart that's broken |
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Put a patch on your romance |
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But I gotta have some detail |
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Time and place and circumstance |
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I'm a man that's used to trouble |
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I've seen all the seven sins |
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There ain't nothin' left to shock me |
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But you gotta let me in . .. |
