| Yours is the only version of my desertion
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| That I could ever subscribe to
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| That is all that I can do
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| You are a past dinner, the last winner
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| I’m raping all around me
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| Until the last drop is behind you, oh
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| And you’re so cute when you’re frustrated, dear
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| Yeah, you’re so cute when you’re sedated, dear
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| Oh, yes, dear
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| Sleep tight, grim rite
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| We have two hundred couches where you can…
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| Sleep tight, grim rite
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| We have two hundred couches where you can…
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| Sleep tight, grim rite
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| We have two hundred couches where you can
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| Sleep tonight (Simpleton)
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| Sleep tonight (You're a simpleton)
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| Sleep tonight (Can I follow?)
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| Sleep tonight (What the hell?)
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| You are the only person who’s completely certain
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| There’s nothing here to be into
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| That is all that you can do
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| You are a past sinner, the last winner
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| And everything we’ve come to
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| It makes you you, you
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| But you cannot safely say that while I will be away
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| That you will not consider, sadly
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| How you helped me to stray
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| And you will not reach me, I am
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| Resenting a position that’s past resentment
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| And now I can’t consider
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| And now there is this distance, so…
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| Sleep tight, grim rite
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| We have two hundred couches where you can…
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| Sleep tight, grim rite
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| We have two hundred couches where you can…
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| Sleep tight, grim rite
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| We have two hundred couches where you can…
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| Sleep tonight (Simpleton)
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| Sleep tonight (You're simpleton)
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| Sleep tonight (Can I follow?)
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| Sleep tonight (What the hell?)
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| Something to say
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| Something to do
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| Nothing to say
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| When there’s nothing to do |