| I keep my nose clean, I keep my speech plain
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| I keep my promises, she twists the knife again
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| I shut my memory, I close my eyes and then
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| She takes another bite, she twists the knife again
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| She never leaves me my dignity
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| Makes a dunce of me in mixed company
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| No bygone can be a bygone
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| She throws the spanner in, she puts the screws on
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| In the middle of a kiss, she twists the knife again
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| When I get up off my knees, she twists the knife again
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| When I think I’m off the hook she gets me
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| She twists the knife again, she twists the knife again
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| I make my moves well, I let her tell me when
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| I walk a fine line, she twists the knife again
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| Just when the scar heals, just when the grip unbends
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| Just when her mind reels, she twists the knife again
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| She can give it out, she can’t take it
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| She smells something bad, she has to rake it
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| I bring home my packet, my white-collar money
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| I’m in a fist fight, she thinks she’s Gene Tunney
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| In the middle of a kiss, she twists the knife again
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| When I get up off my knees, she twists the knife again
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| When I think I’m off the hook she gets me
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| She twists the knife again, she twists the knife again
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| She never leaves me my dignity
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| Makes a dunce of me in mixed company
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| No bygone can be a bygone
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| She throws the spanner in, she puts the screws on
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| In the middle of a kiss, she twists the knife again
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| When I get up off my knees, she twists the knife again
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| When I think I’m off the hook she gets me
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| She twists the knife again, she twists the knife again
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| She twists the knife again |