| «Sometimes it gets so thick in here,» she said
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| Clearing the plates from another power lunch
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| Then she laughed at herself and told me what was good
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| No ring, no coy disguise, but world-weary innocence in her eyes
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| Said, «Every false move you make will be withstood»
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| «Lies, like rust, decay
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| Is your heart that way?
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| Vows, like prayers, are heard
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| Are you gonna keep your word?
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| And when in time I pledged heart and soul
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| She said, „Love is patient
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| But you must know that feelings come and go Like these sainted patrons“
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| Lies, like rust, decay
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| Is your heart that way?
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| And good intentions are no guarantee, just look at me
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| Are you gonna keep your word?»
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| When the seige begins
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| When the thieves break in
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| Will you stand your ground?
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| And when you fight the wars on foreign soil
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| Will I rest assured?
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| Are you gonna keep your word?
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| And as we watch our children sleep
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| I take her hand, I feel her ring
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| I have been faithful, but I know my heart is not above deceit
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| Lies, like rust, decay
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| Is your heart that way?
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| Vows, like prayers, are heard
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| Will I keep my word?
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| Lies, little lies come back to haunt you like petty fraud
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| Vows are made forever before God
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| And I will always keep my word to you |