| While there’s still a fighting chance
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| Can’t you just get up and go
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| And get away from this hollow romance
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| It’s slowly binding us both
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| Because you tell me what you want and I’ll avoid it
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| Tell it to the sick and to the damned
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| Show me what you love, watch me destroy it
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| For your love just crumbles in my hands
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| But if you stay for a while.
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| I’ll try to think of something kind to say
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| And maybe if we pray for a while
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| St. Jude may hear my pleas
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| And see me on my bended knees
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| Because she knows how I adore you
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| We won’t be fighting again tonight
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| Not if she knows I adore you
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| No fighting again tonight.
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| I laugh and fall just like Grimaldi
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| You wear your make-up like Baby Jane
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| All of those promising lies that you told me
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| Come on and tell me them again
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| I walked these streets all of my life.
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| The fear and hope
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| Because you tell him what you want and he’ll avoid it
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| May as well tell it to the sick and to the damned
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| Show him what you love, watch him destroy it
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| For your love seems to crumble in his hands |