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On reflection, it was not all wine on the wall |
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It was not all cuts and bruises |
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Or the pulling out of hair |
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And the bloodying of nose |
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And the tearing off of clothes, although |
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It was really animal, truly animal |
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There were times when there was absolute compassion in the air |
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Though it was really animal, truly animal |
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It could not compare to times we cared |
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And were in control and less emotional |
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While the intellect controls the spiritual |
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The animal respects what's natural |
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Ying and yang control man's actions |
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And both extremes are a natural reaction |
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It was really animal, truly animal, |
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Well there were times when there was absolute compassion in the air |
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On reflection it was not all crash and bang |
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Broken bottles and abuse |
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Sometimes there were sunsets on the sands |
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Holding onto caring hands |
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But there were vampire fangs |
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As the angels sang |
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It was ying and yang, oh yeah |
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It was truly natural, though it was really animal |
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In a sense it fell into a truly natural romance |
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Oh yeah, |
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It was really animal, truly animal |
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There were times when there was absolute compassion in the air |
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True love, true love, true love is really animal |
