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The oh-so-familiar episode of induction of what he thinks is right - |
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How could this be proper? |
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She could be the one to make this story meet its end. |
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Throw away the masquerade. |
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Ok, ok. Let's not start a dispute. |
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You suppose a light solution just a simple explanation to this. |
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And he a man would love, just love to fill your mind with his. |
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And don't stop believing now, and don't stop moving now, and don't be afraid to love for the way he makes you feel. |
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I'll just inter my feeling. |
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No, just stop this right now! |
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It is not what makes you proud and it is far from what is real. |
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Your opinion has always just been, not much more than amusement to him. (Dry your eyes. This is not a time for promises) |
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Throw away the masquerade, and don't stop fighting till they know you. |
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Go ahead and act as expected. |
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An accurate presumption |
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I had in mind. |
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What'd you feel? |
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Tell me "how could this be proper." |
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This is the same mishap stuck on repeat. |
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It's going over and over with consistency. |
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It's the same mistake you made many times before and will once again. |
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You are losing miserably. |
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And don't stop believing now, and don't stop moving now, and don't be afraid to love for the way he makes you feel. |
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I'll just inter my feeling. |
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No, just stop this right now! |
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It is not what makes you proud and it is far from what is real. |
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Your opinion has always just been, not much more than amusement to him. (Dry your eyes. This is not a time for promises) |
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Throw away the masquerade, and don't stop fighting till they know you. |
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Now you're sitting at your candle-lit table... |
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Red dress and glass case, you're on display. |
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Now your customary conversation is right on track. |
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Are you nervous? |
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Your lips are quivering with fear of saying the wrong thing. |
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Don't be afraid. |
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Please forget his name - |
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His example of fear in men. |
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We can see you now. |
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We can see your face in broken glass. |
