| All men have secrets and here is mine
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| So let it be known
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| For we have been through hell and high tide
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| I can surely rely on you ...
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| And yet you start to recoil
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| Heavy words are so lightly thrown
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| But still I'd leap
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| In front of a flying bullet for you
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| So, what difference does it make ?
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| So, what difference does it make ?
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| It makes none
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| But now you have gone
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| And you must be looking
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| Very old tonight
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| The devil will find work for idle hands to do
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| I stole and I lied, and why ?
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| Because you asked me to !
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| But now you make me feel so ashamed
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| Because I've only got two hands
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| Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
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| So, what difference does it make ?
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| Oh, what difference does it make ?
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| Oh, it makes none
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| But now you have gone
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| And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight
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| Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do
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| I stole, and then I lied
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| Just because you asked me to
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| But now you know the truth about me
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| You won't see me anymore
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| Well, I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
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| But no more apologies
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| No more, no more apologies
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| Oh, I'm too tired
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| I'm so sick and tired
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| And I'm feeling very sick and ill today
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| But I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
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| Oh, my sacred one...
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| Oh... |