Who had them fooled
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And I'll admit you had me too
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But your awfully sheik
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To act so clean
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I can sense a shake
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An oscillation in your voice
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The closet's full
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But the door's swinging open
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Shame
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That you couldn't suffer blame
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Cause now it's the only way that you
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Find a fix to mend
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It's the art of deceit
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With elegance
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You clean and captivate
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Never was there doubt
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With the Siren's sound
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As he was standing still in a silent calm
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With curtains drawn
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Cursing up the lie
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Shame
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That you couldn't suffer blame
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Cause now it's the only way that you
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Find a fix to mend
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Shame
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That you couldn't suffer blame
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You know it's the only way that you could
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Find a fix to mend
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(These lies, oh)
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You're not leaving anything back in this world for us
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So don't go taking anything back from this world but
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Shame
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That you couldn't suffer blame
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Cause now it's the only way that you
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Find a fix to mend
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These lies
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Shame
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| The Dear Hunter |
