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Let me inside you |
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Into your room |
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I've heard it's lined |
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With the things you don't show |
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Lay me beside you |
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Down on the floor |
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I've been your lover |
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From the womb to the tomb |
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I dress as your daughter |
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When the moon becomes round |
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You be my mother |
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When everything's gone |
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And she will always carry on |
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Something is lost |
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But something is found |
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They will keep on speaking her name |
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Somethings change |
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Some stay the same |
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Keep beckoning to me |
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From behind that closed door |
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The maid and the mother |
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And the crone that's grown old |
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I hear your voice |
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Coming out of that hole |
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I listen to you |
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And i want some more |
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I listen to you |
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And i want some more |
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And she will always carry on |
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Something is lost |
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But something is found |
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They will keep on speaking her name |
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Some things change |
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Some stay the same |
