I will confess to you
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Because you made me think about the times
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You turn the picture on to me and I'll turn over
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The vision was a masterpiece of comic timing
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But you wouldn't laugh at all
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And I wonder what the boy was thinking
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The picture was an old collage of something classical
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The model with a tragic air
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Because without a doubt he'd given up the fight
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The ghost of somebody at his side
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I will confess to you
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Because I didn't think about the message
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As I walked down the alleyway it was a Sunday
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And all my friends deserted me because you painted me
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As the fraud I really was
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And if you think you see with just your eyes you're mad
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'Cause Lisa learned a lot from putting on a blindfold
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When she knew she had been bad
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She met another blind kid at a fancy dress
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It was the best sex she ever had
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I'll send a dress to you
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Because it's needing badly taken in
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But I was so embarressed when I missed your party
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It was me that paid for it eventually
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Because you know how much I wanted
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To meet your friend the star of stage and local press
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The dream of all the bowlie boys that hang around here
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And I'm no different from the rest
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I'm not too proud to say that I'm okay with
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The girl next door who's famous for showing her breasts
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You're not impressed by me
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But it's a funny way for you to tell me
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A whisper in a choir stall
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The man was talking about you simultaneously
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Frankly, I let my heavy eyelids flutter
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Because I have been sleeping badly lately
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I know you were historical from all the books I've read
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But I thought you could be bluffing
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And with this chance I've missed I feel remiss
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It's days and months before I see you again
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Verdict
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| Westlife |
