| I walked clean through the party
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| Without a sin put to my name
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| Then they got to know me Then all the sins they came
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| To fruitions visibility
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| I suppose them always there
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| Back when no one knew me I saw no need to care
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| But now such luxury is gone
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| And I’ve got to do my part
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| And the faces that I know, know me Have laid claim to my heart
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| Like speculated real estate
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| Their investment should do well
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| But me I’ve bought a ticket
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| An express train straight to well…
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| Well perhaps that is self pity
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| But I’m remembering a dream
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| Some damn thing about lost love
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| How foggy it does seem
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| So now I wade in muck and mire
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| And they tell me that it’s fun
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| But all it does for me is make me ask
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| When will it all be done
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| Please don’t be mad I’m sorry
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| And it’s just the way I feel
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| But its hard enough to spot the lie
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| And figure out the real
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| So I maintain and ply my wares
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| And have my goods to sell
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| And say to those who gawk and stare
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| I’ll see you all in hell
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| …I'll see you all in hell! |