| The summer sun gleans sickly off my jaundiced skin
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| Reflecting last night’s sins, all last night’s sins
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| I lie awake with your hot breath on my neck
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| Our thoughts are separate, all thoughts are separate
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| And while you’re drifting off to sleep
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| My bones will shake and seethe
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| What do you want me to say?
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| What do you want me to do?
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| Say the same tender words
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| And come running back to you?
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| Or, don’t you remember?
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| You washed your hands of me
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| You washed your hands of me
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| Your wringing hands
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| I have once flinched before under your desperate stare
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| You cry that you are lost, all things are lost
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| I don’t seek cruelty, I’ve loved you all the while
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| Please go your own way, make your own way
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| And while you’re drifting off to sleep
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| My bones will shake and seethe
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| What do you want me to say?
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| What do you want me to do?
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| Say the same tender words
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| And come running back to you?
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| Or, don’t you remember?
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| You washed your hands of me
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| You washed your hands of me
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| Your wringing hands |