| In a cold sweat of my distress
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| Need to catch my breath, in this odd mess
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| Can’t abscond from my own prison
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| Like bashed on the head to death
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| A crying shame, no vigor for rancor
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| Can’t pin the blame on my lord with anger
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| Dash my thoughts against the wall
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| And take my eyes off a glare
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| Oh, no one can camouflage the
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| Muck on my reflection
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| Affection’s what I’ve pleased
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| At the seventh dawn
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| Those flaws revealed
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| A frown again flitted across my face
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| I couldn’t get out of this haze
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| Reflections of mind, so deep
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| At the seventh dawn
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| I can’t proceed
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| Oh lord, I’m on my knees
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| Don’t fail in my need!
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| Mister felt he bore a charmed life
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| Couldn’t hold his horse at nighttime
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| Asked for damsel to be his nightwife
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| Would you fly me to the skies?
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| His charred mind, of that distress
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| had been blind with his mistress
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| Dashed his thoughts against the wall
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| The gleam in his eyes had died
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| No sloven can camouflage
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| The muck on his reflection
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| Affection’s what I’ve pleased
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| At the seventh dawn
|
| Those flaws revealed
|
| A frown again flitted across my face
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| I couldn’t get out of this haze
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| Reflections of mind, so deep
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| At the seventh dawn
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| I can’t proceed
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| Oh lord, I’m on my knees
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| Don’t fail in my need!
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| No use to hide
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| The muck on my reflection
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| Affection’s what I’ve pleased
|
| At the seventh dawn
|
| Those flaws revealed
|
| A frown again flitted across my face
|
| I couldn’t get out of this haze
|
| Reflections of mind, so deep
|
| At the seventh dawn
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| I can’t proceed
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| Oh lord, I’m on my knees
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| Don’t fail in my need! |