| Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
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| Feels alright when I drink to blur the day into the night
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| And blustery nights in through the rain
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| It’s all alone that I am singing this anguish to you
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| And you’re to blame, I’m still the same, I’m still the same
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| Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
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| Feels alright when I drink to blur the day into the night
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| In lovely hour and in the room it’s into bloom
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| That I have called your flower for me
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| And I’m to blame, you’re still the same, you’re still the same
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| Raise up girl and be glad you were not born a man
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| Up girl and be glad you were not born a man
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| Sounds so wrong but i need to fake the will to get along
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| Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
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| And like a star that I have chosen for me
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| And I have placed one eye on the sky
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| The sky’s the same, the moon’s to blame, the moon’s to blame
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| Raise up girl and be glad you were not born a man
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| Up man and be glad you were not born a god
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| Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
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| Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
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| Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
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| Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along, sounds |