| In the town
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| The start of day
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| The father thinks in sadness
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| On why his daughters went away
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| On youth and other madness
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| I know we don’t choose who we love
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| And malice is so human
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| When your principle’s no good
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| It’s time to find a new one
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| I was brought up to believe
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| That to avoid disaster
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| In life as in your dreams
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| You’ve got to be the monster
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| When you’ve done your very best
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| When things turn out unpleasant
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| When the best of men take bribes
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| Isn’t it the fool who doesn’t?
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| In the town
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| By the house
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| The journalist is waiting
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| And near this place
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| There is a space
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| A subject contemplating
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| You’ve got your keys to get back in
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| You’ve washed your face so you can smile
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| You’ve got your pockets full of lending cash
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| Your ticket to the ladies mile
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| You brush away a flake of zinc
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| Advance toward the street outside
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| You close your mind so you can’t think
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| The hide, the ride, the tide
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| But the scenes come rushing in
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| Like eels into your net
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| And it’s just like joseph said
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| Another walk you can’t forget
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| But you push into the bleak
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| Where all the women walk in fear
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| Another three-word phrase
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| The near, the clear, the dear
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| You’re a lonely little girl
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| Who just wants to please her dad
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| So you thought you’d be a nurse
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| Just like your mother had
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| But you make the patients worse
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| And the doctors know you’re bad
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| (better get back to the oracle)
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| The oracle in this case
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| Is a message on your phone
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| It says where you go
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| Gravity has gone
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| You know this is true
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| But you want to speak of love
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| Prediction and ambiguity
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| Go hand in glove
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| The oracle in this case
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| Is a face on your wall
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| It says where you go
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| People will fall
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| And near this place
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| There is a space
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| A subject contemplating
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| And in the town
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| The sun goes down
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| No-one investigating |