There were rooms of forgiveness
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In the house that we share
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But the space has been emptied
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Of whatever was there
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There were cupboards of patience
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There were shelfloads of care
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But whoever came calling
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Found nobody there
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After today, consider me gone
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Roses have thorns, and shining waters mud
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And cancer lurks deep in the sweetest bud
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Clouds and eclipses stain the moon and the sun
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And history reeks of the wrongs we have done
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After today, consider me gone
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I've spent too many years at war with myself
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The doctor has told me it's no good for my health
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To search for perfection is all very well
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But to look for Heaven is to live here in Hell
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After today, consider me gone
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Consider Me Gone
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Sting & Police |