And if in time the day's defeat
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Should seal those lips I love so sweet
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I'd catch up to her wandering feet
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And lay the law down upon her sheets
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And if in time this love should pass
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And throw my heart upon the grass
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I wouldn't hang on to the past
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I'd sell my sorrows for a glass
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And pull myself from this morass
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And save myself this sombre cast
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But no so fast
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And if in time I find my soul
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And liken myself to a bowl
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That takes the milk but leaves it cold
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Then I will have defined my role
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To work on myself till complete
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And transform all that life secretes
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So I won't have mistakes repeat
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And save myself from sure defeat
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So peace to all that my voice greets
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So peace to all that hears my voice
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We survive because we have no choice
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So peace to all that hears my voice
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We survive because we have no choice
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So peace to all that hears my voice
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We survive because we have no choice
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Epilog
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| Terence Trent D'arby |
