| RUTH:
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| Um, I’ll see you tomorrow. |
| I might be a bit late, but I will be there this time.
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| Uh, so, call me back tonight. |
| Anyway… okay?
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| I stand beside you
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| I face the future
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| I’ll admit to you
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| I am afraid
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| I am afraid
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| As I stand beside you
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| I have denied you
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| I am afraid
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| I am not drunk now
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| I am not pilled down
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| My windows wound down
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| I am not brainwashed
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| I am not running
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| I am not hiding
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| My bet’s still riding
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| I am afraid
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| I swing you high-o
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| I swing you low-a
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| I see your eye-o
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| I see you grow-a
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| I hear you crying
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| Your brother’s dying
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| Be no more lying
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| I am afraid
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| RUTH:
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| Well, who’d have thought it? |
| Thanks to my exposé, all hell broke loose for Ray
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| High as the «Porno Pen Pal» story burst upon us this week. |
| It started
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| harmlessly enough when pretty American fifteen-year-old Rosalind Nathan wrote
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| to her pop hero, Ray High
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| I am afraid
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| As I stand beside you
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| I have denied you
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| I am afraid
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| I stand beside you
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| I face the future
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| I’ll admit to you
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| I am afraid
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| By my religion
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| I stand here naked
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| I cannot fake it
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| With God as witness
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| My little children
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| Who wait for feeding
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| I watch you bleeding
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| I am afraid
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| I am afraid
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| As I stand beside you
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| I have denied you
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| I am afraid
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| I stand beside you
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| I face the future
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| I’ll admit to you
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| I am afraid
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| RUTH:
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| High, one-time psychedelic flower child, now turned alcoholic vegetable,
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| frantically encouraged a sordid series of what can only be described as «letters». |
| This steamy correspondence climaxed in this wide-eyed,
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| innocent fourteen-year-old's now infamous photo, with its suggestion of
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| nakedness, underage necrophilia, and incest. |
| High issued a series of what can
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| only be described as «instructions» by return-of-post, allegedly inducting this
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| vulnerable little waif into his so-called secrets of stardom. |
| She opened her
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| heart to him, she loved to sing, but he seized upon her gullibility to test out
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| his weird theories. |
| Why did he encourage her? |
| What was he after? |
| Was she pushed?
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| I think we should be told. |
| Now there’s been a dramatic new development.
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| Although Ray High’s albums have been re-released this week, decent normal
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| people will be more interested in young Rosalind. |
| She’s a brilliant songwriter,
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| a brilliant singer, and with my help, has just released a brilliant new record.
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| I predict a smash hit for this talented, sexy, nubile young singer so rudely
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| abused by that slimeball, Ray High
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| RAY:
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| What the fuck are you doing here, Ruth? |
| You’ve come to gloat, have you?
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| RUTH:
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| I’m with Rastus
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| RAY:
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| Rastus… You… Rastus?
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| RUTH:
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| Yeah, I’m staying here as his guest. |
| He’s worried about the scandal.
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| Thinks it could be the end of you |