Текст песни The Tenure Itch - The Pains of Being Pure At Heart
His
indiscretions,
you
don't
mind
He
says
your
thoughts
need
form
But
your
form's
not
hard
to
find
These
late
night
sessions,
he's
master
still
Just
one
more
lesson
leaves
you
twisting
to
his
will
Every
night
he
comes
and
goes
again
If
it
isn't
right,
it
isn't
him
He
makes
corrections,
you
shut
the
blinds
You're
talking
less
and
less,
But
the
words
aren't
hard
to
find
His
last
suggestion,
it
makes
you
ill,
Still
one
more
lesson
leaves
you
twisting
to
his
will
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