(L. Cohen)
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Now the courtroom is quiet, but who will confess.
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Is it true you betrayed us? The answer is Yes.
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Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine,
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I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline.
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And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice,
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A singer must die for the lie in his voice.
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And I thank you, I thank you for doing your duty,
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You keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty.
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Your vision was right, my vision was wrong,
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I'm sorry for smudging the air with my song.
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Oh la...
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Oh, the night it is thick, my defences are hid
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In the clothes of a man I would like to forgive
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In the folds of his leather, the shade of his eyes
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Where I have to go begging in beauty's disguise.
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Oh good night, good night, my night after night,
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My night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night.
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Do do do ...
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So save me a place in the ten-dollar grave
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With those who took money for the pleasure we gave
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With those always ready, with those who are dressed
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So you could lay down with your head on their breast yes
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And the ladies gone moist, and the judge has no choice,
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A singer must die for the lie in his voice.
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Oh la la la...
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A Singer Must Die
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Jennifer Warnes |