| Just a minor indiscretion
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| No need to apologise
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| I don’t want this to become an obsession
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| But I just can’t believe my eyes
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| Evidence in my possession
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| Points a finger straight at you
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| Every day I’m closer to a confession
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| If only I can face the truth
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| Every mistake that you make
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| Drives the knife into my heart
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| Twisting down deeper and deeper
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| Still tearing me apart
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| I’m trying to find a grain of truth in this web of lies
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| I’m trying to find a grain of truth in this web of lies
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| You swear to god you’re on the level
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| And you’ve nothing more to hide
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| Then I turn around and «speak of the devil»
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| You’re both together side by side
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| Every mistake that you make
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| Seems more careless than the last
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| I’m just amazed that you try to cover
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| The tracks of your past
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| I’m trying to find a grain of truth in this web of lies
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| I’m trying to find a grain of truth in this web of lies
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| Have you got me in your pocket?
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| Am I eating from your hand
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| I think we need to shed some light on the matter
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| So I can really understand
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| Darlin' there’s no perfect crime
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| That’s left without a trace
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| And right now I’m judge and I’m jury
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| Till I can rest my case
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| I’m trying to find a grain of truth in this web of lies
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| I’m trying to find a grain of truth in this web of lies |