Sometimes they try to forget
And sometimes they do
Giving love for the financial gain
She's so good with excuses
And incorrect reasons
I'm tired of trying to win
And you're tired of me
She knows how to stand in the corner
And whisper the words that you need
She knows how to stand in the corner
And whisper the words
With that cynical charm
We could dance
Now it's my brother's time
Here on the floor with these
Very loose young girls
Like someone in Japan who just lied
If the innocent are saved
Then what happens to her?
What's done is done
And everything's different somehow
I keep a book of reflections
That sometimes appear in her eyes
I keep a book of reflections
And realise there's nothing much
That I can do
We could dance
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