Now the courtroom is quiet, but who will confess.
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Is it true you betrayed us? The answer is Yes.
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Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine,
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I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline.
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And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice,
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a singer must die for the lie in his voice.
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And I thank you, I thank you for doing your duty,
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you keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty.
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Your vision is right, my vision is wrong,
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I'm sorry for smudging the air with my song.
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Oh, the night it is thick, my defences are hid
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in the clothes of a woman I would like to forgive,
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in the rings of her silk, in the hinge of her thighs,
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where I have to go begging in beauty's disguise.
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Oh goodnight, goodnight, my night after night,
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my night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night.
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I am so afraid that I listen to you,
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your sun glassed protectors they do that to you.
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It's their ways to detain, their ways to disgrace,
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their knee in your balls and their fist in your face.
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Yes and long live the state by whoever it's made,
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sir, I didn't see nothing, I was just getting home late.
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A Singer Must Die
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| Leonard Cohen |
