| Behind closed doors we take a seat
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| A friendly face with sly intent
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| An offer stands between us now
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| Transparent with self-confidence
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| Would you put a price on the priceless?
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| With veiled threats no patience left
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| This power seeks to sow its seed
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| With this forsaken pound of flesh
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| Cast off a casualty of greed
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| Would you put a price on the priceless?
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| Hold tight and make pretend
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| That this will make amends
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| Hold tight and make pretend
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| That this is how it ends
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| You’d think that pride would save me now
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| But honour must give way to need
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| Would you put a price on the priceless?
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| Hold tight and make pretend
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| That this will make amends
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| Hold tight and make pretend
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| That this is how it ends
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| I’d hoped I could be pure
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| I’d hoped I would be strong
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| I’d hoped I could be sure
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| I’d know my right from wrong
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| When I started out I felt I was unobtainable
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| Now I know that in this world that choice is unavailable
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| To atone is to be sure
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| Hold tight and make pretend
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| That this will make amends
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| Hold tight and make pretend
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| That this is how it ends
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| Hold tight and make pretend
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| Pray we aren’t all condemned
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| Hold tight and make pretend
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| That this is how it ends |