Don't say that everything is easy
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When I know that everything is hard
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I will be your saint or your sinner
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I will be whatever plays the part
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Don't say that everything is easy
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When you don't know the effort I put in
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I will be your saint or your sinner
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I will be whatever lets you win
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You are the painter and I am the painted
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But your proclamation has left this thing tainted
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How you gonna break my heart
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When you've never even made my day?
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How you gonna make me pay
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When I've given all I had away?
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And all of it gave was true
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And none of it I gave to you
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So you can count the ways in which I love you
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And I confess I've yet to find them out
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But I have plans to get myself enlightened
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I will try not to miss any of them out
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You're sending roses while I'm seeking refuge
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You're bending backwards while I'm heading homewards
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How you gonna break my heart
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When you've never even made my day?
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How you gonna make me pay
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When I've given all I had away?
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And all of it gave was true
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And none of it I gave to you
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How you gonna break my heart
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When you've never even made my day?
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How you gonna make me pay
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When I've given all I had away?
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And all of it gave was true
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But none of it I gave to you
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I Could Be A Saint
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| Emma Pollock |
