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You paint a lonely mood |
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But if I may say so I saw this one coming |
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From miles ago |
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And as the sirens sing |
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I think it's fair to say you're hurting |
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But I'm hurting too |
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As for me, I won't let you down |
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I won't turf you out, I will do you proud |
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I earn a decent wage |
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I could control my rage when fighting |
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I will win for you |
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And I could drive you around |
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And I could hold back your hair while you were |
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Sick on my new suede shoes |
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As for me, I won't let you down |
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I won't turf you out, I will do you proud |
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I've been telling stories, stories about you |
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I've been forging memories, the way that dictators do |
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The way you taught me to |
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I have a picture of you |
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Within a frame of gold leaf but the glass is gone |
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I threw it to the floor |
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That time when we were fighting |
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But you weren't there |
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As for you, I won't let you go |
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I will keep you close |
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I will make you see |