| A hundred questions, indecisions
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| A hundred denials we won’t even mention
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| Now I’m in bed, in bed with a lie
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| Won’t you say goodnight to your
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| Fool fool fool fool I’m your
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| Fool fool, there’s nothing I can do
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| I feel just like a fool
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| A pocket full of whys, reasons to mend ties
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| A list of excuses to bridge the divide
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| I fell in love with a tainted smile
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| Won’t you sing lullabies to your
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| Fool fool fool fool I’m your
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| Fool fool, there’s nothing I can do
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| I feel just like a fool
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| I’m your, I’m your, I’m your whore
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| Fool fool fool fool I’m your
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| Fool fool, there’s nothing I can do
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| I feel just like a fool
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| Now I’m in bed with a lie
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| Won’t you come say good-bye
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| To your fool, to your toy, to your bitch
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| To your fool, to your toy, your idiot |