All men have secrets and here is mine
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so let it be known
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for we have been through hell and high tide,
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I can surely rely on you?
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and yet you start to recoil,
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heavy words are so lightly thrown
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but still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you
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So, what difference does it make?
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so, what difference does it make?
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it makes none
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but now you have gone
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and you must be looking very old tonight
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The devil will find work for idle hands to do
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I stole and I lied, and why?
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because you asked me to
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but now you make me feel so ashamed
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because I've only go two hands
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well, I'm still fond of you
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So, what difference does it make?
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oh what difference does it make?
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it makes none
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but now you have gone
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and your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight
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The devil will find work for idle hands to do
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I stole and then I lied just because you asked me to
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But you know the true about me
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you won't see me anymore
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but I'm still fond of you
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But no more apologies
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no more apologies
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I'm too tired
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I'm so very tired
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and I'm feeling very sick and ill today
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But I'm still fond of you
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What Difference Does It Make?
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| The Mr. T Experience |
