I can't think straight
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I've been thinking in love triangles and vicious circles
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Is it the same as before?
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And I said I could never lie to you but you know I always do
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Is it the same as before?
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And miserys like a hearse, cos you know where you're going
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There's crowds at the windows, but no way of knowing
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Who they've got this time, and who's going next
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She always leaves a letter, and signs off with an X
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I can't think straight
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I've been thinking in love triangles and vicious circles
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Is it the same as before?
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And I said I could never lie to you but you know I always do
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Is it the same as before?
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And miserys like a hearse, cos I know where you're going
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The waves getting higher, and I'm tired of rowing
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She whispers in my ear, sings the cold black song
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Hold me a while longer, she won't be gone for long
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And fetch the car girl, I think it's time we got out of here
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No breaks into the night
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And with sadness my mistress
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And with God as my witness
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Just drive till it gets light
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Black Song
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| White Lies |
