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You had them fooled, |
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And I'll admit you had me too, |
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But you're awfully chique, |
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To act so clean, I... |
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Can sense a shake, |
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An oscillation |
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Your voice, |
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The closet's full, |
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But the door's swinging open, |
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Shame. |
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That you couldn't suffer the blame, |
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Cause now it's the only way |
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That you could find the fix, to mend. |
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It's the art of deceit, |
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With elegance you plead, |
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And captivate, |
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And never was there doubt in my eye. |
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With the silent sound, |
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I see you were standing still in a silent calm, |
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With curtains drawn, |
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Cursing at the light, |
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Shame. |
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That you couldn't suffer the blame, |
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Cause now it's the only way, |
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That you could find the fix the nightmare |
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Shame. |
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That wouldn't suffer the blame |
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You know it's the only way |
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That you could find the fix to |
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Mend these lies. |
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You now leaving anything back in this world for us |
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So don't go taking anything back from this world but, |
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Shame |
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That you couldn't suffer the blame |
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Cause now it's the only way |
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That you could find the fix to mend, |
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These lies. |
