| You found
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| One hundred and one little ways to betray me
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| And I found
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| One hundred and one excuses for you
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| I did not want to read the map up on the wall
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| Cause the last way out was the road without you
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| And you were two kinds of kind
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| But three kinds of cruel
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| And I’ll be leaving with the first light
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| I’ll be praying for an early dawn
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| I’ve been waiting for that light to shine
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| I’ve been in the dark for too long
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| When the morning comes I’ll be gone
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| You were the play and I was the author
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| Page after page I wrote for m and you
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| A work of art, my finest creation
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| But not a word of it was the truth
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| And I kpt hoping you’d change
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| But I can’t keep holding on
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| And I’ll be leaving with the first light
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| I’ll be praying for an early dawn
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| I’ve been waiting for that light to shine
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| I’ve been in the dark for too long
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| When the morning comes I’ll be gone |