by Walter Egan
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Witness the way in which I swallowed your line
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So easily convinced the very first time
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It was my finest hour it was my pride
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A sudden sense of power by taking your side
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A choice as black as night and white as a dove
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A prejudice too fair to fight the bias of love
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The bias of love
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True justice and true love both of them blind
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Can't take the measure of you in my mind
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Chorus
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Solo
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Chorus
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The Bias of Love
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Walter Egan |