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Tell me your confessions. |
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Let me be the ears for all your sins. |
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Let me take advantage of your whims. |
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My life is no haven, have a feel. |
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But it's just worth saving, craving. |
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And you will feel appalled as you bare it all, and I don't even know if I'll be listening. |
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If I could stand it I'd let you believe what you choose. |
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But how can I let you proceed when there's only one view ? Simple to state but don't dare implicate that I'm wrong. |
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I'll dish the dirt and I'll show you the door and if you keep coming I'll tell you to try a little harder. |
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Make a little sadder, all your tales. |
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Just enough to feel good without scales. |
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Fill my head with things I haven't done. |
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The more the black the better, shelter. |
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And you're my saving grace with your tragic case. |
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Live a life, just make sure it's your own one. |
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I left behind with no doubt in my mind I was gone but ten years reflection and sudden affection comes on. |
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Taken aback by the fact that I picked up the phone. |
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Tried to convince you I'll be round one day. |
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You're probably thinking just stay away. |
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I've just been freewheeling. |
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Been accused of stealing all your lines. |
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But they're not there for speaking of foreign times. |
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Just to keep the demons in their place. |
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The innocence is needed. |
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Plead my case. |