| All men have secrets and here is mine
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| So let it be known
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| We have been through hell and high tide
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| I can surely rely on you
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| And yet you start to recoil
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| Heavy words are so lightly thrown
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| But still I’d leap in front of a flying bullet for you
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| So, what difference does it make?
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| So, what difference does it make?
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| It makes none
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| But now you have gone
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| And you must be looking very old tonight
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| The devil will find work for idle hands to do
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| I stole and I lied, and why?
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| Because you asked me to
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| But now you make me feel so ashamed
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| Because I’ve only got two hands
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| Well, I’m still fond of you, oh-ho-oh
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| So, what difference does it make? |
| Oh
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| So, what difference does it make? |
| Oh-ho
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| It makes none
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| But now you have gone
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| And your prejudice won’t keep you warm tonight |