| I wouldn’t talk to you
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| Any other way
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| I’ll sit here beneath my veil
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| Listen to what you say
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| Telling me your leaving with him
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| In the morning
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| What a shame
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| Oh, what a shame
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| Maybe I wasn’t so messed up
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| If my mind was a little clearer
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| I could’ve let you nearer
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| Hold you a little dearer
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| Oh well
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| I don’t know if I should be glad
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| I don’t know if I understood
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| Correctly read all of your signs
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| Correctly read into your eyes
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| I hate this feeling hanging around
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| I feel my ceiling’s caving in
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| Scent of your hear about my face
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| Touch of your fingers on my skin
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| She said I don’t know what’s happened to me
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| Everywhere I look is a dead-end street
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| Help me help me won’t you let me be
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| Because I don’t know what’s happening to me
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| I don’t know if I should be glad
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| I don’t know if I understood
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| Correctly read all of your signs
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| Correctly read into your eyes
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| I hate this feeling hanging around
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| I feel my ceiling’s caving in
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| Scent of your hear about my face
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| Touch of your fingers on my skin |