| Please, your sympathy’s not what I crave,
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| Nor judgement on how I behave,
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| Or to wake up beside you today,
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| Try as I do to let somebody in,
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| Well I never know where to begin,
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| It’s just a sweet word and on to the next thing.
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| But whenever I hear your name,
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| A mist comes down over my eyes,
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| The burden of hiding my shame,
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| It grows weak and eventually dies, then it dies.
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| And what can I say,
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| If confession won’t send them away?
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| These demons inside are refusing to die,
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| I hope against hope, but they stay,
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| And I’ll disprove all that you’ve heard,
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| The shortcomings of all their long words,
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| Chattering of little birds,
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| Now, hormonal suppression kicks in,
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| And I’m lost in the scent of your skin,
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| And it hits like a left to the chin,
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| But whenever truth starts to ring,
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| A mist comes down over my eyes,
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| The pain and the guilt that it brings,
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| Loses faith in its host and then dies, then it dies.
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| But whenever I hear your name,
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| A mist comes down over my eyes,
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| The burden of hiding my shame,
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| It grows weak and eventually dies, then it dies.
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| And what can I say,
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| If confession won’t send them away?
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| These demons inside are refusing to die,
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| I hope against hope, but they stay,
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| But they stay, stay, stay, stay,
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| Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay. |