| The people throwing pennies in my soup
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| Expecting me to be ashamed of you
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| Now my needs are growing and i’m groping round
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| I am really groping round
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| We didn’t break until the morning
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| One dramatic glance
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| Now it’s too late to want your freedom
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| It wasn’t my idea to dance
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| The prince of thunder gave his warning speech
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| His talons dared to grasp you from my reach
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| Once again you clutch me to your warming breast
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| Now i lay me down to rest
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| We didn’t break until the morning
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| One dramatic glance
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| Now it’s too late to want your freedom
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| It wasn’t my idea to dance
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| As dawn is nearing
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| I’m hearing tearful music
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| So i have given you the will to weep
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| For now you’re at your last and final peak
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| Dangerously the past it explodes about by my ears
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| Loudly ringing through my ears
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| We didn’t break until the morning
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| One dramatic glance
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| Now it’s too late to want your freedom
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| It wasn’t my idea to dance
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| It wasn’t my idea to dance |