| From a voice I hardly recognised
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| Well my heart was beating faster
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| And my blood ran hot and cold
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| I was heading for disaster
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| When suddenly I realised that I had lost control
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| Loaded questions played upon my mind
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| Allegations I could not deny
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| Well my mind was in confusion
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| Had my back against the wall
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| I’d been led into collusion
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| Before I realised I was a victim of it all
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| Here’s to my crime of passion
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| I can’t forget the look upon your face
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| And to your tender mercies
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| Goodbye to all the innocence we never can replace
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| All of Sunday sittin' by the telephone
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| Not a whisper, well I should have known
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| But it seems that I’d insisted
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| 'Cause in spite of all you said
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| I believe my words were twisted
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| As line by line the promises were spinning round my head
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| Waves of anger slowly do recede
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| To faded memories that I’ll never need
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| But my mind keeps on returning to the way it used to be
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| There’s a flame forever burning
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| There’s nothing I can say to you will ever make you see
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| Here’s to my crime of passion
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| I just can’t seem to shake it off my mind
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| As for your tender mercy
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| I’ll never stop regretting that I left it all behind |