| Nothing that’s forced can ever be right
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| If it doesn’t come naturally, leave it
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| That’s what she said as she turned out the light
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| And we bent our backs as slaves of the night
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| Then she lowered her guard and showed me the scars
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| She got from trying to fight
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| Saying oh, you’d better believe it
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| Well I’m up to my neck in the crumbling wreckage
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| Of all that I wanted from life
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| When I looked for respect all I got was neglect
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| Though I swallowed the line as a sign of the times
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| But dealing a jack from the back of the pack
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| They said-«You lose again»
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| Oh, I said, who needs it?
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| Well don’t get me wrong now I tried to get on
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| With the jokers that got in my way
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| And I put on a smile and I tried all the while to be straight
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| But they just wanted more all the time and I’m sure
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| That you know what I mean when I say
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| That I’m sick of the touch and there’s only so much you can take
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| Well nothing that’s real is ever for free
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| And you just have to pay for it sometime
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| She said it before, she said it to me
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| I suppose she believed there was nothing to see
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| But the same old four imaginary walls
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| She built for living inside
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| I said oh, you just can’t mean it
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| Well there was never a doubt that she had to get out
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| She was just looking around for a way
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| In the pit of the night there was nowhere to hide any more
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| She was out on a limb, she was reaching for things
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| That she wanted, but just couldn’t say
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| And she had to be sure that she wouldn’t get caught like before
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| Well nothing that’s forced can ever be right
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| If it doesn’t come naturally, leave it
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| That’s what she said as she turned out the light
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| And she may have been wrong, and she may have been right
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| But I woke with the frost, and noticed she’d lost
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| The veil that covered her eyes
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| I said oh, you can leave it |