| My C.V. |
| reads a long list of mistakes and regrets
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| Bad decisions, aftermaths and unmade beds
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| I’ve plastered over cracks and tried to mend what I can
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| To you I’m still a wicked man
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| Well my C.V. |
| reads a long list of unrights and some wrongs
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| I could explain but it would take me way too long
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| My wife is a robot, my baby’s cot
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| Is a heavy-metal parking lot
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| I’ve tried to read a poetry to hold up his plan
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| I’ve tried like a sane but I buried the damned
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| I even sold my soul for a millions, not gold
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| I’ll only drive when I am told
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| I’m a wicked man I get what I deserve
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| 'Coz I’m a wicked man
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| A wicked man
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| A wicked man
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| Nurse, it’s getting worse
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| You’ve got to, you got to, got to, got to, help me
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| Well, I’ve lied to myself so much I believe it’s true
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| But all the hidden secrets you already knew
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| And all the unexplained that tore us apart
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| To them I’m just a tart with the heart
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| — Guitar solo —
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| I’m a wicked man I get what I deserve
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| 'Coz I’m a wicked man
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| Wicked man
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| A wicked man
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| Nurse, it’s getting worse
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| You’ve got to, you’ve got to, got to, got to, help me
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| My C.V. |
| is a long list of mistakes and regrets
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| I bruise to remember, I drink to forget
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| I’ve plastered over cracks but you don’t understand
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| To you I’m still a wicked man
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| To you I’m still a wicked man
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| To you I’m still a wicked man |