| Trying to read her palm
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| With a clenched fist
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| Calling out for whatever’s in store
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| Asking 'God, did the Devil
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| Put you up to this
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| Whatever it is I can’t take it any more'
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| She says 'I'm gonna make
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| Something of myself tonight
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| God and the Devil I’ll show you up
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| I can fight back and I just might
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| Your tempting business isn’t
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| All that tough'
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| She’s thrown all caution to the wind
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| Hoping to catch it in her sails when
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| Her ship comes in
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| But this ship won’t float
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| No it just don’t
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| Parading around town
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| With her open wounds
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| Saying hush now don’t tell a soul
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| Any charity will come too soon
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| 'I can get through this on my own'
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| And she’s recruiting sympathy
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| Like it’s an army
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| And as the front lines fall
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| She brings new lines up
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| She says keep on your tiptoes boys
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| My tissues scarring
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| Collecting pity like change in a cup
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| And she’s thrown all caution to the wind
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| Hoping to catch it in her sails when
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| Her ship comes in
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| But this ship won’t float
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| No, it just don’t
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| She won’t make it worth her while
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| She won’t let get her down
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| Just try hard to keep that smile
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| But it’s just an upside down frown
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| I said make it worth your while
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| I said let it get you down
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| Why try so hard to keep that smile
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| When it’s just an up side down frown
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| Trying to read her palm
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| With a clenched fist
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| Calling out for more
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| Saying, 'God and the devil
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| You won’t get away with this
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| When my ship comes in
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| I’ll win this war
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| God and the devil you haven’t
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| Seen the end of this
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| When my ship comes in
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| I’ll win this war'
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| Martina sorbara — vocals/piano/percussion
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| Adam hay — drums
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| Rich brown — bass
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| Jian ghomeshi — percussion/keyboard/dulcitone/backup vocals |