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The kettle's on, the sun has gone, another day |
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She offers me Tibetan tea on a flower tray |
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She's at the door, she wants to score |
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She dearly needs to say |
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I loved you a long time ago, you know |
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Where the wind's own 'Forget me nots' blow |
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But I just couldn't let myself go |
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Not knowing what on earth, there was to know |
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But I wish that I had 'cause I'm feeling so sad |
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That I never had one of your children |
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Then across the room, inside the tomb, a chance has waxed and waned |
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The night is young, why are we so hung up in each other's chains? |
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I must take her and I must make her while the dove domains |
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And feel the juice run as she flies |
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Run my wings under her sighs as the flames of eternity rise |
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To lick us with the first born lash of dawn |
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Oh, really, my dear, I can't see what we fear |
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Sat here with ourselves in between us |
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And at the door, we can't say more than just another day |
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And without a sound I turn around and I walk away |
