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You fled the first When you got wind of reason And I can’t blame you I’d do the same if I could You found forms I found ways that I have fled I lost track when you walked in and you said It’s far fetched It’s a plan that you have engrained In your small head I found forms I found things you can’t hide You found love in Lust I’d rather not guess You’ve gone foreign now You’ve gone foreign now I dredged dirt straight out of the bay I found words that you couldn’t say You’ve got nerve to say I won’t hold you You’ve gone foreign now You’ve gone foreign now And I can’t blame you I’d do the same if I could I can’t blame you I’d do the same if I could You’ve got nerve to say I won’t hold you I can’t blame you I’d do the same if I could You’ve got nerve to say I won’t hold you I can’t blame you I’d do the same if I could I can’t blame you I’d do the same if I could