| 've searched the holy books
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| I tried to unravel the mystery of Jesus Christ, the saviour
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| I’ve read the poets and the analysts
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| Searched through the books on human behaviour
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| I travelled this world around
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| For an answer that refused to be found
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| I don’t know why and I don’t know how
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| But she’s nobody’s baby now
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| I loved her then and I guess I love her still
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| Hers is the face I see when a certain mood moves in She lives in my blood and skin
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| Her wild feral stare, her dark hair
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| Her winter lips as cold as stone
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| Yeah, I was her man
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| But there are some things love won’t allow
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| I held her hand but I don’t hold it now
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| I don’t know why and I don’t know how
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| But she’s nobody’s baby now
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| This is her dress that I loved best
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| With the blue quilted violets across the breast
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| And these are my many letters
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| Torn to pieces by her long-fingered hand
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| I was her cruel-hearted man |