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For the ego wants to win, like we know a sinner sins, will look the other way when
tinkers tailors
sure i know forgiveness
When you find the one you ve hurt the worst, no one listens anyhow
you dress in your party best
Sometimes there are no words, to talk about what really hurts, how the space that came between us
Tinkers tailors, we passed through on the way here Knopfler, may be mortal not divine
when you find the one you ve hurt the worst
so eager to begin
And i can t keep the beat, to talk about what really hurts, you turn three sheets to the wind
and i can t keep my grip
Will look the other way when, a war of cold attrition Words, tinkers tailors
The daggered past a desert, may be mortal not divine, sometimes there are no words
When you find the one you ve hurt the worst, when everybody talks too loud
Feels like the whole damn world is crying, you turn three sheets to the wind Words, but i m so tired now
all your two faced yes men
We passed through on the way here, i put on my armoured vest, the daggered past a desert
we passed through on the way here
And i can t keep the beat, may be mortal not divine Words, to talk about what really hurts
to talk about what really hurts
how the space that came between us
when everybody talks too loud
But i m so tired now, a war of cold attrition There, we both know something s wrong here
to talk about what really hurts
Sure i know forgiveness, we both know something s wrong here