| You’ve got it good
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| You’re cruel to everyone
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| You get their feelings
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| And you shake them 'til you’re all alone
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| You had the time
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| You had the motive now
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| Pretend it hurts and they run to you from miles around
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| Dressed to kill
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| By the hands that never will
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| Looks appeal
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| To what the feelings don’t reveal
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| And I can’t penetrate the lies
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| But the damage you do
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| Is written across your eyes
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| So don’t say you love me
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| And I can’t delegate the blame
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| But it all comes out sounding just the same
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| So don’t try to touch me
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| You turn them on
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| You switch it off again
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| A stream of lovers hanging rotting at your door again
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| You pull the strings
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| You’ve had them dance for you
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| You build them up
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| 'til they think they’ve got a bone to chew
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| You steal to live
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| From the hands that never give
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| Look within
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| Through the doors that don’t cave in
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| And I can’t penetrate the lies
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| But the damage you do
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| Is written across your eyes
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| So don’t say you love me
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| And I can’t delegate the blame
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| But it all comes out sounding just the same
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| So don’t try to touch me
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| (The words you said just broke in two)
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| And I can’t penetrate the lies
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| But the damage you do
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| Is written across your eyes
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| So don’t say you love me
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| And I can’t delegate the blame
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| But it all comes out sounding just the same
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| So don’t try to touch me
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| (Is it somehow rewarding, or some kind of warning?) |