| Two types of heartache blow my life into pieces
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| The first is fiscal; |
| the second does not bare repeating
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| Say Darling Alistair
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| Why’d your taxes remain way too taxing?
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| Is it not opportune to pose these questions?
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| Darling, are you honest?
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| Darling, are you popular?
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| We thought you were honest
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| But you keep secrets in
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| You have me invited to another question-answer session
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| Dressed-down, informal like
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| But it still leaves the wrong impression
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| Your fabric’s merging
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| Urge you to break into something vibrant
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| Instead, your head, drops dead in silence
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| Darling, are you honest?
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| Darling, are you popular?
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| We thought you were honest
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| But you keep secrets in
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| Darling, d’you notice?
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| Darling, are you ill-defined?
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| Darling, are you honest?
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| From behind blacked-out window of your car
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| Excheque my broken heart
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| Cancel cheques in the mail
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| It’s like we just got started, Alistair
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| Home-wrecker, duty bound
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| Two pence in the pound
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| It’s like you just departed, Alistair
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| Darling, are you honest?
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| Darling, are you popular?
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| We thought you were honest
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| But you keep secrets in
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| Darling, d’you notice?
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| Darling, are you ill-defined?
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| Darling, are you honest?
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| From behind blacked-out windows in your car
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| Darling, are you honest?
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| Darling, are you popular?
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| We thought you were honest
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| But you keep secrets in
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| Darling, d’you notice?
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| Darling, are you ill-defined?
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| Darling, are you honest?
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| From behind blacked-out windows in your car |