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Upon the sand, upon the bay "There is a quick and easy way" you say Before you illustrate I'd rather state : "I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am"And Sorrow's native son He will not smile for anyoneAnd Pretty Girls Make Graves Oh ...End of the pier, end of the bay You tug my arm, and say : "Give in to lust, Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll Soon be dust ...I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I amAnd Sorrow's native son He will not rise for anyoneAnd Pretty Girls Make Graves Oh really ? Oh ...I could have been wild and I could have Been free But Nature played this trick on meShe wants it Now And she will not wait But she's too rough And I'm too delicateThen, on the sand Another man, he takes her hand A smile lights up her stupid face (and well, it would)I lost my faith