| Such a cheap game, pretending
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| To win a father’s blessing
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| When we’ve been downstairs undressing
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| Knowing not the time it takes…
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| Your thoughts start to stray, and
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| You see the paleness in me
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| You hear the lonely bars of Nassau singing
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| You to sleep…
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| I woke up next to a body
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| That didn’t belong to me
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| Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday
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| Had me feeling like your father would hate me
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| Over hill, over dale, baby we left an ugly trail
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| But I always thought it’d lead somewhere we’d rest
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| Now on my back I obsess
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| The thought of you unimpressed
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| By the things I do
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| The things I say
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| The way you talk to me
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| I woke up next to a body
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| That didn’t belong to me
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| Had me feeling like a sinner on Sunday
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| And I see it hiding
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| In your sullen, sunken face
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| You’ve decided
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| Do you think you know how this ends?
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| Living as distant friends
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| No longer young and in love and
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| At war with the world |