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With her elbows on her table |
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And her eyes lowered in her battle |
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Should we carry on when you're tired of your old thing? |
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The one you see every morning |
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And I'll keep on yearning |
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You can't work and whine |
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Your love is a mirror |
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It's hard to remember a colder |
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NovemberSink my teeth in to frustration |
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If you've got boards why don't you use some? |
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Get up early pound those pavements |
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You should carry on when you're tired of your old face |
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The one you see every morning |
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And I'll keep on yearning 'cause |
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I'm always right |
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Your love is a mirror |
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It's hard to remember a colder |
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NovemberIt's hard to remember a colder |
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NovemberI led all my lambs, |
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I led all my lambs to the slaughter |
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They were gasping for air, for life, for death, or some water |
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I now lead my lambs, |
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I leave my lambs to the reaper |
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I'll bait them myself of it means |
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I'd be left with my guilt |
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I've covered my tracks well |
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I'm safe for just now |
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I've covered my tracks well |
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With attention to detail |
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I'm safe for just now |
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But there's always some doubt |
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I've covered my tracks well |
