| What I get from you I sometimes steal
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| When I let belief invade what I should feel
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| Still I do believe that men are fools
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| And you don’t always escape that rule
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| But this time there will be no fight
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| For this time you are in the right
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| And even I can see
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| So heaven help me
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| I only want a room to call my own
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| And a bright shiny hearth to call my home
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| But when you give me love I don’t deserve
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| I wonder how I have the nerve
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| To number you amongst the ones
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| That I call every name under the sun
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| Unjust I must be
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| So heaven help me
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| And all the things I yearn to possess
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| When they fall into my hands I could not want them less
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| And are you supposed to smile and say it didn’t matter anyway
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| And if you are a fool you’d be
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| To shrug off all this cruelty
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| If goodness is wrong in heaven you will never belong
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| And I’ll never fall on my knees and say heaven help me please
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| Heaven help me please
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| Heaven help me |