You say your problem vow thee, you can always have the right
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A swine of me, the ogrety, such a wither or your life
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But laughing at my life like you`re sent to be with me
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We can watch the test get harder, if that`s all that you believe,
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But if you take away the moment that you realize the fear,
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That you would fool my concience with every sickly smear
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In your suffocating silence, in your excuse for my child,
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The only life you see will do you harm
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So I carry on without you, as a withered little git
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We`re crumpled and outspoken, such a sarcastic wit
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I get another mooler, who would only do me right,
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But I carry on without you, I will leave you with your fight
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I`d carry on without you `cos I`ll leave you with your fight,
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I carry on without you, I`ll leave you with your fight
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Your Fight
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Skunk Anansie |