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"Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind and lie to you, rather than hurt you?
I'll confess all of my sins after several large gins but still I'll hide from you, I'll hide what's inside from you.
I hear alarm bells ring when you say your heart still sings when you're with me, oh darling please forgive me...
I no longer hear the music...
Memories of the pubs and the clubs and the drugs and the tubs we shared together, they'll stay with me forever.
But all the highs and the lows and the to's and fro's they make me dizzy, oh darling please forgive me, I no longer hear the music."
- Peter Doherty