| Unfaithful man, tearing up the garden.
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| Unfaithful man, 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 |