you smile
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and there's blood on your lips
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your hands show again
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what your mouth has kissed
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now i know something
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i did not know before
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the thing that you've destroyed
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is a thing you liked me for
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all those nights with my arse in your face
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and your words in my dreams
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now i know what the value of ignorance means
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the pain
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in the sordidness
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all the more choices
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I thought you'd be the best
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at least
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i know something
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about what's good and what hurts
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and i'm glad that i loath it
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you would have fucked me up worse
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all those nights with my arse in your face
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and your words in my dreams
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now i know what the value of ignorance means
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all those nights with my arse in your face
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and your words in my dreams
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now i know what the value of ignorance means
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don't you ever lie to me again
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because if you do
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i will not be you friend
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The Value Of Ignorance
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| Sinead O'Connor |
