Among the afflictions,
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With which I've been marked,
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None so pretentious, no,
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And none quite so dark.
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I get the feeling you're bored with me,
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Not through habit or frequency,
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Did your mother have you easily?
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And if there's some place else that you would rather be;
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Then go,
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Then go,
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Then go,
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Then go.
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Among the intentions,
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Which have been sought,
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Numbered and labelled,
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But none of them bought.
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I get the feeling you're testing me,
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You're saturated in urgency,
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And you stick your probe in further,
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But you're still not pleased,
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And if there's someplace else that you would rather be;
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Then go,
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Then go,
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Then go,
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Then go.
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Then go,
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Then go.
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Then go, go
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I would have lied for you,
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I would have cried for you,
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I crossed the line for you,
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I would have died for you.
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Then Go
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Damien Rice |