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Everything you said was true |
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Everything you did was you |
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Everything I started with her |
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Ended on an oily stage where |
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I wrote elegiac stanzas for you |
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I hope and pray that they come true |
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He found God in a parking lot |
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And you did not |
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I, I headed for the coastal re |
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Regions of mind, to see what I'd find |
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But I do understand |
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Why they're looking at you |
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As if you ever really cared |
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All across the eastern board |
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Languages were being lost |
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You look so elegantly bored now |
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Totally at ease with it all, yeah |
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Whilst you were drunk, oh, you let it all slip |
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I hope and pray, that it's okay |
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He found God in a Wiltshire field |
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Whilst you did not |
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I, I headed for the coastal re |
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Regions of mind to see what I'd find |
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But I do understand |
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Why they're looking at you |
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As if you ever really cared |
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He found God in a Wiltshire field |
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And you did not |
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I, I headed for the coastal re |
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Regions of mind to see what I'd find |
