| You never speak the truth
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| You never say what you mean
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| Well, I never loved you more
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| Than when you set yourself free
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| No more visits to your bed
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| No more keeping charming things you’ve said
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| As a reward for working twice as hard
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| For only half of your heart
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| The buffalo and the bird, the stones, the caricature
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| The key around my neck is yours once again
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| For someone who wishes to be left lonely
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| You’ve sure gathered quite the exclusive group of company
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| Don’t consider me, I’ll leave you alone
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| I’ll leave you be to dance around with your disease
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| You separate yourself, it seems an easy way out
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| A restless rhythmic routine
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| A habit of losing what you’ve found
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| But you promised in the past that you’d be around for me
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| A silly promise for the future
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| That you obviously could not keep
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| The love in a pack of cigarettes, the bracelet on your wrist
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| The key around my neck is yours once again
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| For someone who wishes to be left lonely
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| You’ve sure gathered quite the selective group of company
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| Don’t consider me, I’ll leave you alone
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| I’ll leave you be to dance around with your disease
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| You don’t need me to dance around with your disease
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| Oh to waltz around with your disease
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| Yeah, you will |