| You turn out the lights and sit alone
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| Trying to pretend that it’s anguish
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| Start at the ring of a telephone
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| Throw down all your food at the banquet
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| Keep a close eye on all you own
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| While leaving it all to languish…
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| Is this what makes you happy?
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| Is this what brings you joy?
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| Your excuses are so crappy…
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| Silly boy
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| You take all the love and throw it aside
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| To wallow in your sorrow
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| Expect everyone to know how you feel inside
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| To forgive and forget come tomorrow;
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| Repaying all your debts with uncommon pride
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| But denying that you ever borrowed…
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| Is this what makes you perfect?
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| Is this what makes you free?
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| Just how long did you rehearse it
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| Or does it just come naturally?
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| Crying wolf from the depth of your sheep’s heart
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| Crying fire from the depth of the well
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| In an endless parade of repeat starts
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| Just how long will it last — can you tell?
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| Until all your friends and lovers
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| Are simply bored with the pretence?
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| It’ll be too late then to discover
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| Just exactly what you meant
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| And what was true
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| And what was false…
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| The wolf turned into human
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| The killer with remorse
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| Crying pain as though that should be pleasure
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| Crying anger as though that should be revenge
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| Crying sorrow as though that were a treasure —
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| Your treasure will find you in the end
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| When all of your friends have gone away
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| Unwilling to put up with the danger
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| That lies in each spiteful word you say
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| You’ll be left, a greying wolf in a manger
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| And when you’ve raised your last howl
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| And destroyed all that you can
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| With rotting teeth an slack jowls
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| You’ll be left a lonely man
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| And when it’s nearly finished
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| And you know the end is near
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| With true sorrow undiminished
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| There’ll be no-one left to hear…
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| Your desperate cries
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| They all come out as bleats:
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| You thought you were a wolf-man
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| But you’re really
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| Just a sheep |