| I don’t know what I would do If this letter should fall into
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| Other hands than it should pass through
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| For other eyes
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| He said, «It was nothing… it's over and done»
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| But the rotten worm was burrowing still
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| Its spirit invades me bleeding me white
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| For other replies
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| I searched his pockets
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| I searched his eyes
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| I searched his wallet for clues and lies
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| And I found a number that I somehow dialed
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| A woman answered, a woman smiled
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| Then she hung up on the silence unperplexed
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| Innocently spun her rolodex
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| I dialed again I could not resist
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| Revealing just the dentist receptionist
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| One day we’ll laugh about it or maybe we’ll curse
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| But there is one thing that is making it worse
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| And it’s the lack of forgiveness that I can’t disguise
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| No matter how well he lies
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| Now we don’t know each other anymore
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| And when we touch our lips feel sore
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| I question the longing left in his sighs
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| For other eyes |