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What should I tell her?
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She's going to ask
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If I ignore it, it gets uncomfortable
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She'll want to argue about the past
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Still I think she believes me
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Every word I say
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I think I'm starting to believe it all myself
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Go ask the gentlemen who play it
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But hate to pay
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And it don't bleed, and it don't breathe
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It's locked its jaws & now it's swallowing
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It's in our heart, it's in our heads
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It's in our love, baby, it's in our bed
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It holds my arms down, sits upon my chest
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It waves its finger at me every night & day
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And it don't rest
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And it don't breathe and it don't bleed
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It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing
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It's all a lie, it's nearly dead
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It's in our hope, baby, it's in our bed
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