| 8 days ago he was down at my window
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| screaming my name in the air
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| and by the sight I could tell he’d been drinking
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| and when drunk you don’t usually care
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| that my situation had altered quite sharply
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| now my kisses don’t come for free
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| so throw down my hair for my lover to bear
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| while my husband he wakes from his sleep and says
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| love will bring you nothing but despair
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| love will fill you with nothing but regret
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| out the next day on a fine sunny Sunday
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| walking the dog in the park
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| he questioned my history and oh-what-a-mystery
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| who was that man in the dark?
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| a jilted ex-lover but bad was my cover
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| I am not one to outsmart
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| but then he was silent I swallowed my lie
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| now be still my beating heart cos
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| love will bring you nothing but despair
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| love will fill you with nothing but regret
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| but he was God to me
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| he was God to me
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| Back in my bed I was troubled with dreams
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| while my husband slept soundly alone
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| I wake at the breaking of glass and an aching that’s
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| ringing through all of my bones
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| I moved through the dark now I know this by heart
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| In a trance I was that’s what I’ll say
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| Draw blood from my feet every step is so sweet
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| As I reached for his neck where he lay
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| In the seconds that pass my dear breathing his last
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| In pity I sink to the floor
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| Now cut off my hair and with hours to spare
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| I burn the house down
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| love will bring you nothing but despair
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| love will fill you with nothing but regret
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| but he was God to me
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| he was God to me |