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My brother, my sister, my lover, my maker |
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Did someone here fake it, someone here fate it |
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Did someone here take it, someone here make it |
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Someone here steal it, someone here lease it |
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It's under the table where we used to take it |
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The briar, the bracken, the ebb flow, the cold shoulder |
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I've been seen crossing |
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Somebody else's mind |
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So I'm dreaming, let's start at the endings |
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Of love and sex, it's a strange one, often a staged one |
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Oh, maybe we can get it on the ground |
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The story is a new one, it's based on a re-run |
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You wouldn't have known it if I hadn't brought it up |
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Oh, maybe we should just let it go |
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Oh no |
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I've been seen crossing |
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Somebody else's mind |
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Nothing is sacred and I cannot shake it |
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This feeling of loss when the daytime is crossed |
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By the sight of night, the sharp moonlight |
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It dyes the sky |
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And I'm wondering now if you got my last call |
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Or was the music too loud, when you let out the hounds |
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Oh, maybe you should come and see my show |
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Oh no |
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I've been seen crossing |
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Somebody else's mind |
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I love you so |
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(boiling some water to kill myself) |
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Let it be known |
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(boiling some water to kill myself) |
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I love you so |
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(boiling some water to kill myself) |
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Let it be known |
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(boiling some water to kill myself) |
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I love you so |
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(boiling some water to kill myself) |
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Let it be known |
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(boiling some water to kill myself) |
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What I can say |
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You've been crossing |
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You've been crossing my mind |
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Nothing is sacred and I cannot shake it |
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This feeling of loss when the daytime is crossed but |
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This feeling of loss when the daytime is crossed but |
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This feeling of loss when the daytime is crossed but |
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This feeling of loss when the daytime is crossed |