There were many guests at the table
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Misfortune, jealousy, and sloth
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Acting fine, drink the wine
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Spill it on the tablecloth
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What a surprise for you to come home to
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Look through the eyes that you've grown used to
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It's impossible, yes I know
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It's too tempting too, I admit
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It's unforgivable, but I have nothing to lose
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Then when the feast was over
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The guests withdrew to the fire
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Talking proud, laughing out loud
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To pretend, deceive and admire
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Rats danced on the Persian rug
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The cats fell down drunk in the chair
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They reverted again to women and men
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If only you had been there
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The Feast
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The Church |