| Before each bit of gladness
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| Someone must taste of sadness
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| I’ll bear the sorrow
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| Let it be
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| No matter what the price is
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| I’ll make the sacrifices
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| For each tomorrow
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| Let it be
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| Can’t you be still for just one second?
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| There now, clear the hair out of your face
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| And try to fit your fingers round your waist
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| Piece of cake, oh God, you look great
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| And I know he knows some perfect thing to say
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| Though I don’t suppose they’d notice if we’re a little late
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| Let them wait, and anyways
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| Remember who was there to square your zipper back in place
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| Done in my books and bother
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| And a fondness for another
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| Well, no one waits forever
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| I’m torn in more than one direction
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| The questions open-ended by design
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| We’ll best these indescretions given time
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| Provided I might stay another night
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| And I know he knows, and that’s all I’m going to say
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| I suppose that I’ve noticed you’ve never said his name
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| More dour on the hour and duller by the day
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| No heart is always in the wrong place
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| Oh honey, sure I’m flattered
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| So forgive me for this candor
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| But what is it you’re after?
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| I’m business as usual
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| And you practice your birth-control
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| Tell me, was this as tawdry as it sounds?
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| Can’t be weak for just one second?
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| I reckon this is tough to justify
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| But I’ve never done one pure thing in my life
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| Oh, nevermind just guide these hallowed hips of mine into those equine thighs |