I fought against the bottle,
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But I had to do it drunk ?
Took my diamond to the pawnshop ?
But that don't make it junk.
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I know that I'm forgiven,
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But I don't know how I know
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I don't trust my inner feelings ?
Inner feelings come and go.
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How come you called me here tonight?
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How come you bother
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With my heart at all?
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You raise me up in grace,
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Then you put me in a place,
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Where I must fall.
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Too late to fix another drink ?
The lights are going out ?
I'll listen to the darkness sing ?
I know what that's about.
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I tried to love you my way,
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But I couldn't make it hold.
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So I closed the Book of Longing
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And I do what I am told.
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How come you called me here tonight?
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How come you bother with my heart at all?
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You raise me up in grace,
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Then you put me in a place,
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Where I must fall.
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I fought against the bottle,
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But I had to do it drunk ?
Took my diamond to the pawnshop ?
But that don't make it junk.
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That Don't Make It Junk
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Leonard Cohen |