| So what’s it gonna be?
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| Hold you like a baby
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| But then comes whiskey every night
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| A human punch bag
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| Easy target
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| Can nothing stop it?
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| Every night
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| I’m sure he’s careful
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| Not to mark you
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| He’s not that stupid
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| Remember who you are
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| More than a lover
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| There is another life for you
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| They’re only broken plates
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| At least it’s not your face
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| That has to be replaced
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| And when he talks of faith
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| It’s just a ploy to keep you his
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| Oh lover, I’m here to tell you
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| You can do better
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| And you will soon
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| You may not know it
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| Your life has started
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| I’m here to see a flower
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| Lush and parted
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| So what’s it gonna be?
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| Christ, come with me
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| I’ll give you safety, baby
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| Remember who you are
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| You’re not your mother
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| There is another life for you
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| They’re only broken plates
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| At least it’s not your face
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| That has to be replaced
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| And when he talks of faith
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| It’s just a ploy to keep you his
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| Oh lover, I’m here to tell you
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| You can do better
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| And you will soon
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| You may not know it
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| Your life has started
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| I’m here to see a flower
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| Lush and parted
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| Lover, think what you’ve been through
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| I know it’s useful
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| Hate’s not a virtue
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| You may not know it
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| Your life has started
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| It’s time to raise and bloom
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| Now he’s departed
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| Lover, they’re only broken plates
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| Shame it’s not his face
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| That has to be replaced
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| And when he talks of faith
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| It’s just a ploy to keep you
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| Oh lover, I’m here to tell you
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| You can do better
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| And you will soon
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| You may not know it
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| Your life has started
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| I’m here to see a flower
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| Lush and parted
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| Lover, think what you’ve been through
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| I know it’s useful
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| Hate’s not a virtue
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| You may not know it
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| Your life has started
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| It’s time to raise and bloom
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| Now he’s departed
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| Lover |