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(Cochran, Crowe) |
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Unfaithful man, tearing up the garden. |
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Unfaithful man, |
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I asked of you such simple things. |
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Telling yourself what you feel inside, |
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Is not the pain of those who hide, |
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Telling yourself over again, |
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You will never feel a thing. |
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You're ten foot tall, unfaithful man |
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Where were you, when you found out. |
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Those things you hide, are talked about. |
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Believe in the way you move around, |
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If you don't stand still you won't get found. |
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Telling yourself over again |
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You will never feel a thing. |
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You're ten foot tall, unfaithful man. |
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Telling yourself what you feel inside, |
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Is not the pain of those who hide. |
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Telling yourself over again |
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You will never feel a thing. |
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You're ten foot tall.and bulletproof, |
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Unfaithful man |