| I am a critic
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| Of my own critical need to define myself
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| With wine, and words, and lovers
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| And friends who don’t understand
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| So there, I just said it
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| You know that admitting the problem is the first step
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| Towards repair, «We all recover»
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| Say the friends turned to wine-drunk lovers
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| Smile, tell me I’m alright
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| With a goodbye
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| You are so misleading
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| A kiss or a gunfight
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| High-noon or midnight
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| Darling, I don’t want to know
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| If I’m just a short sight on a cold night
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| The canals are freezing
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| So tell me I’m alright with a goodbye
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| Am I a villain?
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| Cast among heroes with all of their
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| Underwhelming overbearing struggles
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| To become what they’ll never be?
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| Friends to the wicked
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| Caution is calling, but nobody’s home
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| The lights are off, the party’s over
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| Now you’re stuck plucking three-leaf clovers
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| Smile, tell me I’m alright
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| With a goodbye
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| You are so misleading
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| A kiss or a gunfight
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| High-noon or midnight
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| Darling, I don’t want to know
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| If I’m just a short sight on a cold night
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| The canals are freezing
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| So tell me I’m alright with a goodbye
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| You’ve got the high ground
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| And I’m on my best defense
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| But I dare you to come down
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| I’ll give you an eye for an eye
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| If it makes things easy…
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| Smile, tell me I’m alright
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| With a goodbye
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| You are so misleading
|
| A kiss or a gunfight
|
| High-noon or midnight
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| Darling, I don’t want to know
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| If I’m just a short sight on a cold night
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| The canals are freezing
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| So tell me I’m alright with a goodbye
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| Smile, tell me I’m alright
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| With a goodbye |