| Maybe I was a little over zealous
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| But that was such a long long time ago
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| It wasn’t me made a fool of your fella
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| He didn’t need any help from me
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| Just to call me
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| On the phone
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| Would that have broken your back, baby?
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| Maybe I aimed a little too high
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| No question that I failed in my endeavour
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| But that was not the pretext to this bitterness
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| Here I must give credit where it’s due
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| You wanted to break me
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| On the wheel
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| But I was already broke, baby
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| Gone up in smoke, baby
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| And did I have it coming?
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| Maybe I did
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| I sure did disappoint you, didn’t I?
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| Time and again, and again and again and again
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| I won’t disavow my sinful weakness
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| No need to tell me
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| I already know
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| It can never be the same, baby
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| You’ve got to lay some blame, baby
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| If you’ve got to pin that scarlet letter to my breast
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| Well, do what you’ve got to do
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| So in light of these diminished expectations
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| I propose a temporary truce
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| If we are to negotiate these waters
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| Without further casualties |