| A lost love of mine
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| Who gentlemen objectify
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| I’ve seen the price and Chirst, I sympathize
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| But then, what was I?
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| Whose charmless arms you slept inside
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| Who prays one day we make this same mistake twice
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| Mistake twice
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| I’ve learned all my lines and marked all the cues
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| So boys stand aside, before I’ve thought this through
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| I’ve been over this a thousand times
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| The gist of this I’ve thrice survised
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| But hard as I’ve tried I’m helpless to describe
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| 'Cause they stood idle
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| With what’s left of these looks of mine
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| Tone deaf and dumb my tongue to occupy
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| Occupy
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| And I learned all my lines and marked all the cues
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| So boys stand aside before I’ve thought this through
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| So love’s come to town now
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| You know what I’m obliged to do
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| Cruel to be kind, but I’m still fond of you
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| Because you’re just like us
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| Who tarnish everything we touch
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| Hands out in front with blood up to the cuffs
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| And I’ve seen enough
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| I know my lines and marked all the cues
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| So boys, stand aside before I’ve thought this through
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| Through, yes through |