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I've gotta hand it
To your handlers
Cause I ain't seen you in days
Your studied spark
Has missed its mark
And bled its red in my face
True, lipstick whores
On nighttime tours
Have mopped the floor in your stead
You're duty free
Will always be
A silent partner 'til death, yeah
For a short time love
You were singing our praises
The things you said you didn't mean
The things I meant I never said
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