| I lied to this man as I called him a friend
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| He fell as I tripped him; |
| he won’t smile again
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| The fruits of the loops of the friendships that droop
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| They pulled up my head as I try to lay dead
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| Never realise I’m painting the corners, the edge
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| As the fruits of the loops of the friendships that droop
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| Where do you go when you hide your love away?
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| Where do you go when you hide your love away?
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| There’s no point in asking; |
| there’ll be no reply
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| As you try to convict me I’ll move side to side
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| The fruits of the loops of the friendships that droop
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| The situation cannot be rectified
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| We’re drowning the small ones with loose lips and lies
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| As the fruits of the loops of the friendships that droop
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| Where’d you hide your love away?
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| Where do you go when you hide your love away?
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| Where do you go when you hide your love away?
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| Where do you go when you hide your love away?
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| Where do you go when you hide your love away?
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| Where do you go when you hide your love away?
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| Where do you go when you hide your love away?
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| Where do you go when you hide your love away?
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| Where do you go when you hide your love away?
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| Where do you go when you hide your love away? |