(The) Most Unoriginal Sin

What there was left of us
 Was all covered in dust and thick skin
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 A half eaten apple or the whole Sistine Chapel
 Painted on the head of a pin
 A lifelong love's work gone up in a smirk
 And you didn't even see her waltz in
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 Now this love is a ghost
 Having played host to the most unoriginal sin
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 At the wedding we smiled
 As some devil played wild violin
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 Soon after the chapel she offered me that apple
 One bite and I was gone with the wind
 And you needed no proof
 'Cause the whole naked truth
 Was wearin' only an infidel's grin
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 And a proud schoolboy's boast
 Of having left his post for the most unoriginal sin
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 Now the jukebox is humming
 All the venial shortcomings of men
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 But I found me this drink that can finally sink
 All the skills that I've been wallowing in
 Buddy, once you get started
 Once true love's departed
 You do it over and over again
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 So tonight I will toast
 Just whoever comes close
 To the most unoriginal sin
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 So tonight I will toast
 Just whoever comes close
 To the most unoriginal sin