| You’ve been watching over me
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| Saying you’re keeping me company
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| I should be grateful, I suppose
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| And compare you to a summer’s rose
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| You’ve been talking sweet to me
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| About peace and loving harmony
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| But I know what you say about me
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| So now I tell you cause I gotta break free
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| That I can’t give no false affection
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| I can do without your phony charm
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| This train ain’t movin in your direction
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| This piece of poetry is meant to do harm
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| Please don’t give me no warm reception
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| What you call peace to me is a call to arms
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| Some are singing to raise affection
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| But this piece of poetry is meant to do harm
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| So with what shall I compare thee?
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| Summer’s clay or winter’s sleet?
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| You made a non-believer out of me
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| Now you ask for my sympathy?
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| No, take your words and take your vows
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| Take your flake-fuelled buddhist bows
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| Let the cool winds roughly shake
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| Out all darling buds of fake
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| I can’t give you no false affection
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| I can do without your phony charm
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| This train ain’t movin in your direction
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| This piece of poetry is meant to do harm
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| And don’t you give me no warm reception
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| What you call peace to me is a call to arms
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| I’m not singing to raise affection
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| This piece of poetry is meant to do harm |