I woke up this morning
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To find that we have outlived the myth of trust
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You woke up this morning
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To the fact we've lost the things
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We took for granted between us
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And I grew up in awe of the girl next door
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And the boy that never cried
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And I was dreaming of those Elizabethan girls
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While you were eorking in the market
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To earn ourselves
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And when you found out what happened yesterday
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While you were away in this land of Cain
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We were upstairs in the bedroom
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Dancing disgusting
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And flushing our babies down the drain
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And the apple that don't want to get eaten
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Will still fall off the tree
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When you're in as deep as we are honey
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It's so easy to get washed out to sea
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For the facts of life are not man and wife
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But Man and Woman sadly
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And the apple that don't want to get eaten
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Will still fall off the tree
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The Myth Of Trust
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| Billy Bragg |
