| If this is a ghetto, I’m in it with you
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| If it’s just a prison, I’m locked in it too
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| I tried to leave you but after all that we had said
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| I went to pieces when I should have shouted and screamed instead
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| So sorry, I said
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| Your powers of persuasion, those quizzical eyes
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| Have tired and tied me with innocent guile
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| I would have walked out and after all the tears we shed
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| I should have stalked out gone and painted the town bright red but instead
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| So sorry, I said
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| How tough it gets, don’t talk to me about it
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| To pay off your debts, I worked on overtime
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| And you say you never believed in luck
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| If you need a reason, consider me mad
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| An old retainer, loyal and sad
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| I bought my freedom but after all that we had shared
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| I couldn’t leave you, think of the skins I’d have to shed instead
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| So sorry, I said
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| So sorry, I said
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| So sorry, I said |