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Yours is the only version of my desertion that I could ever subscribe to |
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That is all that I can do |
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You are a past sinner, the last winner, I'm reaping all around me |
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Until the last drop is behind you |
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But you're so cute when you're frustrated, dear |
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Yeah, you're so cute when you're sedated, oh dear |
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Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can... |
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Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can... |
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Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can |
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Sleep tonight, |
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Sleep tonight, |
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Sleep tonight, |
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Sleep tonight. |
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You are the only person who's completely certain there's nothing here to be into |
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That is all that you can do |
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You are a past sinner, the last winner, and everything we've come to makes you you |
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But you cannot safely say that while I will be away, you will not consider sadly |
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How you helped me to stray |
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And you will not reach me I am resenting a position that's past resentment and now |
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I can't consider, and now there is this distance, so... |
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Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can... |
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Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can... |
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Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can |
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Sleep tonight, |
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Sleep tonight, |
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Sleep tonight, |
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Sleep tonight. |
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Something to say, |
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Something to do, |
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Nothing to say, |
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There's nothing to do. |
