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We are not true |
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We are not pure |
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We are not right |
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O but still I'll steal to you at night |
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Too selfish by half |
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Too ugly by far |
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But when your songs have been sung, come to me |
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Rumours are rife |
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And winter blows cold |
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Reminds me of such wretched times |
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And yet all the same |
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I will never deign |
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To think ill of you |
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When all's well |
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My love is like cathedral bells |
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Amongst all the dross |
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The lies and the grief |
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There are so many things you just wouldn't believe |
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But amongst all the dross |
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The lies and the grief |
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When all's well |
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My love is like cathedral bells |
