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I would be a liar, I would be the poorest saint.
Clipped like the angels in the arms of a gentleman,
Clipped like the angels in the arms of a gentleman.
Crowd on this spot like he was an angel,
Crowd on this spot like he was an angel.
You know what you must say, you know what you must say.
Crowd on this spot like he was an angel,
Crowd on this spot like he was an angel.
You know what you must say, you know what you must say.