| Look at all my trials and tribulations
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| Sinking in a gentle pool of wine
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| Don’t disturb me now; |
| I can see the answers
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| Till 'this evening' is 'this morning', life is fine
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| Always hoped that I’d be an apostle
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| Knew that I would make it if I tried
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| Then when we retire we can write the gospels
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| So they’ll still talk about us when we’ve died
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| The end
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| Is just a little harder when brought about by friends
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| For all you care, this wine could be my blood
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| For all you care, this bread could be my body
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| The end!
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| This is my blood you drink
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| This is my body you eat
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| If you would remember me when you eat and drink
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| I must be mad thinking I’ll be remembered — yes
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| I must be out of my head!
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| Look at your blank faces! |
| My name will mean nothing
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| Ten minutes after I’m dead!
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| One of you denies me
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| One of you betrays me —
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| Not I! |
| Who could? |
| Impossible!
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| Peter will deny me in just a few hours
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| Three times will deny me — and that’s not all I see
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| One of you here dining, one of my twelve chosen
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| Will leave to betray me —
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| Cut out the dramatics! |
| You know very well who —
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| Why don’t you go do it?
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| You want me to do it?
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| Hurry, they’re waiting
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| If you knew why I do it…
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| I don’t care why you do it!
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| To think I admired you, for now I despise you
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| You liar — you Judas
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| You want me to do it!
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| What if I just stayed here and ruined your ambition?
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| Christ, you deserve it!
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| Hurry, you fool, hurry and go
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| Save me your speeches, I don’t wanna know — GO!
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| Look at all my trials and tribulations
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| Sinking in a gentle pool of wine
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| What’s that in the bread it’s gone to my head
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| Till 'this morning' is 'this evening', life is fine
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| Always hoped that I’d be an apostle
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| Knew that I would make it if I tried
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| Then when we retire we can write the gospels
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| So they’ll all talk about us when we die
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| You sad pathetic man — see where you’ve brought us to
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| Our ideals die around us, all because of you
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| And now the saddest cut of all:
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| Someone has to turn you in
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| Like a common criminal, like a wounded animal
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| A jaded mandarin
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| A jaded mandarin
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| A jaded jaded faded mandarin
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| Get out! |
| They’re waiting! |
| Get out!
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| They’re waiting for you
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| Every time I look at you, I don’t understand
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| Why you let the things you did get so out of hand
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| You’d have managed better if you’d had it planned —
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| Look at all my trials and tribulations
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| Sinking in a gentle pool of wine
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| Don’t disturb me now; |
| I can see the answers
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| Till 'this evening' is 'this morning', life is fine
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| Always hoped that I’d be an apostle
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| Knew that I would make it if I tried
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| Then when we retire we can write the gospels
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| So they’ll still talk about us when we’ve died
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| Will no-one stay awake with me?
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| Peter? |
| John? |
| James?
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| Will none of you wait with me?
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| Peter? |
| John? |
| James? |