| So be it, I’m your crowbar
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| If that’s what I am so far
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| Until you get out of this mess
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| And I will pretend
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| That I don’t know of your sins
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| Until you are ready to confess
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| But all the time, all the time
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| I’ll know, I’ll know
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| And you can use my skin
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| To bury secrets in
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| And I will settle you down
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| And at my own suggestion
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| I will ask no questions
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| While I do my thing in the background
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| But all the time, all the time
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| I’ll know, I’ll know
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| Baby
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| I can’t help you out
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| While she is still around
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| So for the time being, I’m being patient
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| And amidst this bitterness
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| If you’ll just consider this
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| Even if it don’t make sense all the time
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| Give it time
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| And when the crowd becomes your burden
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| And you’ve early closed your curtain
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| I’ll wait by the backstage door
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| While you try to find
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| The lines to speak your mind
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| And pry it open, hoping for an encore
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| And if it gets too late, for me to wait
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| For you to find you love me, and tell me so
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| It’s ok, don’t need to say it |