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Poet's problem, patron's sin, puts me in the place i'm in.
Passion's letter, poison pen, on these two things i can depend.
You will write your number, that's not all.
I will not be there when you call.
I think i'll do a line and then again...
Dirty dealer's school of thought.
An armchair for the strength you've lost.
The tv set's been on all night.
You were wrong and i was right.
You will write your number on the wall.
I will not be there when you call.
I think i'll do a line and then again...
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