So who was first?
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Obviously not me.
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She's locked up inside herself
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and I can't get anything free
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So won't somebody tell me please
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Why the former owner always keeps the keys.
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There's no bubbles to burst
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No bursting out crying nor dying of thirst
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She's utterly tied to somebody else
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and it seems he got there first.
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And No, I'm not untying
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the reins around her neck that she feels
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and I won't try to prise out of her the truth anymore
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when she lies about the things that she sees
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Because the former owner always keeps the keys.
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There's no calling
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"Come here, you're necessary to me."
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There's no excitement in her face when I implore
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"Corrupt me and confess to me some more."
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And when we hear trees falling or see people disappearing
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Her emotions won't be reached or released,
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Because the former owner is keeping the keys
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Like a ticket inspector running for a bus
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Irony's revenge surrounds us.
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And it's ironic that he promised you he'd never let you go
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When he's left you used-up and disturbed
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And I said "Just as the early bird catches the worm
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The early cat catches the bird"
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But that former owner is keeping his word
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Former Owner
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| Del Amitri |
