| I see your rage and your quivering lip
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| The lines in your face, that hitch in your hips
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| I know this time there’s no going back
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| The things that I owe you are things that I lack
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| And I found it in me to say I was wrong
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| Girl, you spin like a parasol and sing like a song
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| And I beg you to whisper
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| I beg you to whisper
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| But I know you won’t whisper
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| 'Cause folks need to hear
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| I should have cried for you, I did my best
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| I was so right for you and we were so blessed
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| We were the best thing that they’d ever seen
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| We’ve made them come, now they’re coming between
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| You make me out to be made out of stone
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| Tell all the world that I did you so wrong
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| And I beg you to whisper
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| I beg you to whisper
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| But I know you won’t whisper
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| 'Cause folks need to hear
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| Two of us tied down to live through the ride
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| One could pull off anything that he tried
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| Two of us postmarked too long in advance
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| Too young to stand here and too old to dance
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| And I beg you to whisper
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| I beg you to whisper
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| But I know you won’t whisper
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| 'Cause folks need to hear |