| & this is for you, you must know it’s for you, what else can I think about?
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| I knocked on your door until my fingers were sore, although I’d guessed you
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| were out
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| & what do I need? |
| is it hunger or greed that has brought me here?
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| & what will I find? |
| aren’t we two of a kind?
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| Oh I take back everything, I didn’t mean a thing
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| & when you pull the strings I don’t think you feel a thing
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| Don’t forget what I say, we can be back in one day, we can borrow your mother’s
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| car
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| Don’t sing me that song, I’ve been here for too long
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| Oh you couldn’t have looked that far, did you look very far?
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| I seem to recall you said nothing at all the day that this letter came
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| It must have been sent by the friend of a friend, oh now I forget his name,
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| I’m really not to blame!
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| & when you pull the strings i don’t think you feel a thing
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| Oh do you feel a thing?
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| & when you pull the strings i don’t think you feel a thing |