| Why would you marry me? |
| Or was it for our families?
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| We share a bed at their feet
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| And our nights, well we dwell on these fights
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| And we punish our son for the times that we’ve lied
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| And you’ve deafened the choir, you bed-ridden horse
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| And you’ve spit on my motions as if they were yours
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| I’m aware you’re in need and you’re counting on me
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| Why waste living on the likes of me? |
| Save conscience for the slaughtered sheep
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| Well, I’ve been meaning to give you a reason
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| The stones in hand will block out the sun, they’ll cleanse our sins just for fun
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| While you’ve been sleeping, I’m wide-awake dreaming
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| When my lover’s touch has faded and I wake up…
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| She’s not next to me
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| I’m alive, I’m unwell
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| Maybe heading to hell
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| I’m alive, but unwell, and I sure deserve hell
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| I’m alive and a lie, such a lie, it’s a lie…
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| It’s a lie
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| In the backseat, you can find me with my lover
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| Just a crutch for the night
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| Her heart flutters at the drop of a dime
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| And when the night is young I’ve had my fun
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| I’ll hold her far and tight |