“If I Could Just Hide The Sinner Inside And Keep Him Denied. How Sweet Life Would Be, If I Could Be Free, From The Sinner In Me. …” — DEPECHE MODE (“The Sinner In Me”) (2005)

“… I’ll Never Be A Saint. That’s Not A Picture That Your Memory Paints. Not Renowned For My Patience. I’m Not Renowned For My Restraint. But You’re Always Around. You Can Always Be Found, To Pick Me Up When I’m On The Ground. …”

“… If I Could Just Hide The Sinner Inside And Keep Him Denied. How Sweet Life Would Be, If I Could Be Free, From The Sinner In Me. …”

“The Morning Sun Touched Lightly On The Eyes Of Lucy Jordan. In A White Suburban Bedroom, In A White Suburban Town. As She Lay There ‘neath The Covers, Dreaming Of The Thousand Lovers, ’til The World Turned To Orange And The Room Went Spinning ’round. …” — MARIANNE FAITHFULL (“The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan”)

“… At The Age Of Thirty-Seven, She Realized She’d Never Ride Through Paris In A Sports Car, With The Warm Wind In Her Hair.
So She Let The Phone Keep Ringing, And She Sat There Softly Singing Little Nursery Rhymes She’d Memorized In Her Daddy’s Easy Chair. …”

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“The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan” by Marianne Faithfull

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“… Her Husband, He’s Off To Work. And The Kids Are Off To School. And There Are, Oh, So Many Ways For Her To Spend The Day.
She Could Clean The House For Hours, Or Rearrange The Flowers, Or Run Naked Through The Shady Street Screaming All The Way. …”

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“… At The Age Of Thirty-Seven, She Realized She’d Never Ride Through Paris, In A Sports Car, With The Warm Wind In Her Hair.
So She Let The Phone Keep Ringing, As She Sat There Softly Singing Pretty Nursery Rhymes She’d Memorized In Her Daddy’s Easy Chair. …”

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“… The Evening Sun Touched Gently On The Eyes Of Lucy Jordan. On The Roof Top Where She Climbed When All The Laughter Grew Too Loud. And She Bowed And Curtsied To The Man Who Reached And Offered Her His Hand.
And He Led Her Down To The Long White Car That Waited Past The Crowd. …”

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“… At The Age Of Thirty-Seven, She Knew She’d Found Forever, As She Rode Along Through Paris With The Warm Wind In Her Hair.”

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