No matter how strong
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I'm gonna take you down
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With one little stone
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I'm gonna break you down
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And see what you're worth
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What you're really worth to me
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Dinner at eight was okay
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Before the toast full of gleams
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It was great until those old magazines
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Got us started up again
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Actually it was probably me again
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Why is it so
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That I've always been the one who must go
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That I've always been the one told to flee
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When it fact you were the one long ago
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Actually in the drifting white snow
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You left me
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So put up your fists and I'll put up mine
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No running away from the scene of the crime
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God's chosen a place
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Somewhere near the end of the world
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Somewhere near the end of our lives
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But 'til then no, Daddy, don't be surprised
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If I wanna see the tears in your eyes
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Then I know it had to be long ago
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Actually in the drifting white snow
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You loved me
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No matter how strong
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I'm gonna take you down
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With one little stone
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I'm gonna break you down
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And see what you're worth
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What you're really worth to me
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Dinner At Eight
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Rufus Wainwright |