| If it’s true what they say
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| If my love is gone for good
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| They can take this heart away
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| They can take this flesh and blood
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| Take my mouth that kissed her mouth
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| Take my tongue that sung her praise
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| Take my arms that used to reach out
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| In the dark where she lay
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| If it’s true what they say
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| I’ll be on my way
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| If it’s true what they say
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| If there’s nothing to be done
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| If there’s no part to be played
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| If there’s no song to be sung
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| Take this voice, take these hands
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| I can’t use them anyway
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| Take this music and the memory
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| Of the muse from which it came
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| If it’s true what they say
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| I’ll be on my way
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| We can all be on our way
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| If it’s true what they say
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| But the ones who tell the lies
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| Are the solemnest to swear
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| And the ones who load the dice
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| Always say the toss is fair
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| And the ones who deal the cards
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| Are the ones who take the tricks
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| With their hands over their hearts
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| While we play the game they fix
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| And the ones who speak the words
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| Always say it is the last
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| And no answer will be heard
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| To the question no one asks
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| So I ask you as a brother
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| And I ask you as a friend
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| And I ask you as a lover
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| And I ask you once again
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| Is it true what they say? |