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Darling, you were wonderful, you really were quite good |
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I enjoyed that, though, of course, no one understood |
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A word of what was going on, they didn't have a clue |
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They couldn't understand your sense of humour like I do |
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You're much too kind |
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I smiled with murder on my mind |
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Yesterday, when I was mad |
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And quite prepared to give up everything |
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Admitting, I don't believe |
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In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me |
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You have a certain quality, which really is unique |
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Expressionless, such irony, although your voice is weak |
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It doesn't really matter 'cause the music is so loud |
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Of course it's all on tape, but no one will find out |
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You hated me too |
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But not as much as I hated you |
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Yesterday, when I was mad |
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And quite prepared to give up everything |
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Admitting, I don't believe |
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In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me |
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Then, when I was lonely |
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I thought again |
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And changed my mind |
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Then we posed for pictures with the competition winners |
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And argued about the hotel rooms, and where to go for dinner |
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And someone said: "It's fabulous you're still around today, |
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You've both made such a little go a very long way" |
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Yesterday, when I was mad |
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And quite prepared to give up everything |
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Admitting, I don't believe |
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In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me |
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Yesterday, when I was mad |
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And quite prepared to give up everything |
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Admitting, I don't believe |
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In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me |
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Then, when I was lonely |
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I thought again |
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And changed my mind |
