Speak darkly, my angel
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Or do I have to plead?
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The sweetness has gone out of it
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And all that's left is bitter barren greed
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A needy lover with her almost vanished liar
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Entangled as the gloom is strangled by the clinging briar
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That ventures out to gather in the gloom
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That perfect mouth is ruined now
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For as you turn down the corners of your smile
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And cloud your dim corrupted eyes
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Just before the concertina wrecks your noble brow
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The fatal flaw I can't allow
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Depart now, my angel
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The gaoler of my youth
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Sends fifty thousand reasons why I never ever try to tell the truth
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The season's over
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And it's time for either one of us to go
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Stand by the window
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But don't lean so temptingly into the drop that calls below
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For if you tumble back
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I look so good in black
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Speak Darkly My Angel
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Elvis Costello |