| Another face at the window
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| To take me away from you
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| To a place that I just won’t go
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| It’s always hard to remember
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| Was it pleasure or pain, oh well
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| I just don’t want to know
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| And there’s service with a smile
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| Don’t need to see your money
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| But one more thing to do
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| And we’re just about to do it to you
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| The turn of the screw
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| He was born to be angry
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| A fire that just burned cold
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| And you knew you should keep away
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| Then on a night in the city
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| It happened he lost control
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| So it’s on to his last today
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| They’ll dress him up in style
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| To walk the final mile to somewhere
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| And one last thing to do
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| Oh, maybe it could happen to you
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| The turn of the screw
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| If they lead, we will follow
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| And they’re leading to you
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| We measure in time
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| And then we end
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| The mountains we climb
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| Are just pretend
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| You’ll be rich, you’ll be golden
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| Just sign on the dotted line
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| No need to read the rules
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| And we might let you know
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| If there’s a way to beg or borrow
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| But one more thing to do
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| And how we love to put it to you
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| The turn of the screw
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| Here comes another
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| You’re empty and we’re finished with you
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| On to the next one
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| And the turn of the screw |