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With handmade silver sparkles |
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Like a well-dressed sequined whore |
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Your lady-like deceptions |
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Keep reaching out for more |
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And you ask me for nothing |
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And nothing's not enough |
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And the fisherman he puts a claim on you |
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But it's nothing but a bluff |
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So with jealous hands tied round my back |
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I stumble 'cross the floor |
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Not knowing how to speak |
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I keep reaching for the door |
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I know you know me well I say |
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'Cause I'm the palace guard |
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Remember me, we made love today |
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At the King's bazaar |
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And you look at me with eyes that never see |
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I can feel something start to die inside of me |
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So before you show me everything |
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There's something you must know |
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I've worked with your friend John the Geek |
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And his sidewalk travelin show |
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I know your childhood tailored dreams are very well disguised |
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So you don't have to fake it anymore it's all been memorized |
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And you speak in wordless freedoms never seen |
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Now I realize to you it's all a dream |
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And you speak to me with feelings |
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As real as sealing wax |
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As the nearness dawns the moth is gone |
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Leaving trailless tracks |
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All you village people |
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Sing your songs of the morning sunlit sky |
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Don't you think it's time we moved along |
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Said the raven to the fly |
