| Getting dressed for a date
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| Put on blue aftershave
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| Wore a kilt like a Celt
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| Hid the way that I felt
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| Combat boots, fallen leaves
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| West Village Halloween
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| To a Bollywood song
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| Taking shots till we’re gone
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| Unwelcome in the autumn
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| Persona non grata
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| I’m the last of the best
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| I’m your thoughts in the swamp
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| There’s a playground of children
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| In the shadows of buildings
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| There’s a line out the church
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| Where your homelessness works
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| Where the stain glass of crimson
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| Meets Ezekiel’s Visions
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| Saw a valley of bones
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| Where no man shall be saved
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| And now you, you come to me, asking that
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| And now you, you come to me, and you’re asking that
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| Oh, how can we reconcile?
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| Left your innocence there
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| In Tiananmen Square
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| You were filled with despair
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| Underfed and depressed
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| Vacant lot where a prison stood
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| God knows you never would
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| Lie to yourself
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| But you do every time
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| Made a life of deception
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| And passive aggression
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| Going to scream when I sing
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| Going to die in the rain
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| Turn me on
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| You’re a knockout
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| Climb up on to my cloud
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| Do your worst to me now
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| Before I change my mind
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| And now you, you want to be true to me once again
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| And you want me to be true to you once again
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| Oh yeah, you, you want to be true to me once again
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| And you want me to be true to you once again |