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Heal me darling |
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Pleaded the playboy bedroom eyes |
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Grace your sunshine |
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Till everything's okay, alright, fine |
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What's hers is his |
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'Cause everything is forgiven, forgiven |
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Though he soured the milk of human kindness |
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All is forgiven |
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(All is forgiven) |
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Truth and avarice |
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Encircle his words like a barber pole |
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Twisted and useless |
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Till they disappear in her camisole |
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(Goodnight alibi) |
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Throw away your daggers and pills |
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'Cause everything's still forgiven, forgiven |
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Though he bit off the nipple of human kindness |
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All is forgiven |
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(All is forgiven) |
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Hypocrite, four flusher, snake in the grass |
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Just a swindler and wolf in sheep's clothing, liar |
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Yes he tries to hide the cross he bears |
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But splinters, like the truth have always risen |
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All is forgiven |
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Though he shelters in the |
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Shade of the wings of a stool pigeon |
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All is forgiven |
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Heal me darling |
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Pleaded the playboy bedroom eyes |
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Grace your sunshine |
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Till everything's okay, alright, fine |
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Truth and avarice |
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Encircle his words like a barber pole |
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Twisted and useless |
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Till they disappear in her camisole |
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All is forgiven |