| And there she was
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| Graciously making forever less terrifying
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| And you’ve got the nerve
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| To intervene
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| With a colouring book and a biro and a point to prove
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| And now you want a word
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| And you washed all the wisdom out your mouth
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| And the gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip
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| Quick to scurry back behind the night
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| To avoid the silent fight and the struggle
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| And there I was
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| Panicking because someone else kissed me in a dream
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| And it was on the cheek
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| And you stamp your feet
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| And I’m moving from bored to appalled by these poignant fumes
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| That you must inflict
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| And you washed all the wisdom out your mouths
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| And the gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip
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| Someone told me that that stench was called advice
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| Someone told me that that stench was called advice
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| Took a solid breath to a little rip
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| I’ve got to carry your brooch to cover that hideous stitch
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| All that grim repair, and we’re all upset
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| See the fear in your cheeks and I still smell the lies on your breath
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| And your jokes don’t bounce
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| And you’ve entered the early stages of bitterness
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| And you washed all the wisdom out your mouth
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| And the gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip
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| Quick to scurry back behind the night
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| To avoid the silent fight and the struggle
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| To avoid the silent fight and the struggle
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| To avoid the silent fight and the struggle |