| Your footman barred me from the door
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| Said I couldnt see you no more
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| Whats with this bureaucracy
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| When I filled the forms you left for me Hes a loyal man who waits for you
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| Where loyalty is such taboo
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| Sixteen keyholes in one straight line
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| I look through them from time to time
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| The weather down your end looks fine
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| But the forecasts grim down mine
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| Im no gamble better understand
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| I like to know the story plan
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| People say I got no sense
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| But Im waiting for an audience with you
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| And all the wrestlers youve employed
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| And all the boys with whom you toyed
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| You tell me please dont get annoyed
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| Youre behaving like some helen of troy
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| I dont care for original sin
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| Its a stupid world were living in Your paid assassin makes me wait
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| He eats with fingers off his plate
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| He says youve got a pressing date
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| With r.i.ps and heads of state
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| I know that he wont let me in Cos villains always have bad skin
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| People say I got no sense
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| But Im waiting for an audience with you
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| A plastic surgeons your best friend
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| Hes got the means to any end
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| Hes so efficient, youre so vain
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| So we wont see your face again
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| Heaven knows how hard you tried
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| Hell was such a bumpy ride
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| The widow with the holy eyes
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| Got a pistol strapped into her thighs
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| Says youre as sweet as apple pie
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| You only get so bitchy cos youre shy
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| But thats a load of papal bull
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| I put you on that pedestal
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| People say I got no sense
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| But Im waiting for an audience with you
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| Give me the strength of hercules
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| His fallen arches, water knees
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| And please please let me be like I oughtta be Lost and lonely, hurt and happy
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| With a singers vanity
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| Now everything seems like a myth
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| The strength that I have performed with
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| Two thousand stairs and theres no lift
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| Gonna get to the top and theres no if Whats for me when I get there
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| Is it just wheelchairs and grey hair
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| And never was one letter sent
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| I told the truth but told it bent
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| Thats the custom thats the law
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| But dont ask me the reason for
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| Im just a boy in love with you
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| Im rejected by the things you do People say I got no sense
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| But Im waiting for an audience with you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song An Audience with You , by - John Wesley Harding. Song from the album Here Comes The Groom, in the genre Иностранный рок