Yes, your guile, it has bestown me
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With a knowledge of espionage, intrinsic and big
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I accredit you with this, that
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And a string of broken entries
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But don't forget quoting and stealing
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And quoting and stealing
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And quoting and stealing and quoting
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Did I mention
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The caesarean, it could take all night
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And potentially all day
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But the boys are all scared, the surgeons must be spared
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They'd be pretenders, pretenders all of them
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The throne - a summer home, six weeks, no pay
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With the stitches we've sewn
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Our hands, they become (treats?)
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In the genealogy of which there
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Lay trials and deceits
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Therein there lay trials and deceits
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There lay trials and deceits
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Believe me, when I breathe, it means
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I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of
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I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of
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I'm seceding from a love I don't believe of
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Before you know, we find ourselves in witch country
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Playing a mean harpsichord, a slow accordion
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To people far more proficient than we'll ever be
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I recant on all the present glories
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In the face of better stories
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Yes, the years always end in winter here
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Amongst all the loose talk
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Turn the page, you might understand what they're saying
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A language with curves, girl-friended and giddy
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One ill-shapen but still expensive
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The other one somewhat free
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While we nail the door shut
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The rut we expected was right here
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The dykes were in place
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But the pikemen replaced them with spears
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I know it doesn't sound likely
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But tonight it's all I see
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A seceding from a love we don't believe of
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A seceding from a love we don't believe of
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A seceding from a love we don't believe of
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A seceding from a love we don't believe of
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A seceding from a love we don't believe of
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A seceding from a love we don't believe of
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A seceding from a love we don't believe of
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A seceding from a love we don't believe of
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Why Banacek Doesn't Love
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