Sorries pour out of you
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All wide-eyed simple smiles
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certain to see you through
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like a QC full of fake humility
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you say:
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"Oh, please forgive..."
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you say:
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"Oh, live and let live..."
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but sorry doesn't help us
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and sorry will not save us
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and sorry will not bring my teen years back to me (any time soon)
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Forced back, it springs right out
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seasoned, you have no doubts
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you lied about the lies that you told
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which is the full extent of what being you is all about
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you say:
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"Oh, please forgive..."
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you say:
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"Oh, live and let live..."
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but sorry doesn't help us
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sorry will not save us
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sorry will not bring my love into my arms (as far as I know...)
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sorry doesn't help us
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sorry will not save us
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sorry is just a word you find so easy to say... so you say it anyway
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sorry doesn't help us
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sorry won't protect us
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sorry won't undo all the good gone wrong
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Sorry Doesn't Help
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| Morrissey |
