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I can see the turning of the key |
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I've been deceived by the clown inside of me |
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I thought that he was right but he's afraid |
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But something's telling me, I wear the ball and chain |
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My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost |
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He's always off somewhere when I need him most |
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The Spanish moon is rising on the hill |
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But my heart is telling me I love you still |
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Everybody's wearing a disguise |
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To hide what they've got left behind their eyes |
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But me, I can't cover what I am |
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Wherever the children go I'll follow them |
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I march in the parade of liberty |
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But as long as I love you I'm not free |
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How long must I suffer such abuse |
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Won't you let me see your smile before I turn you loose |
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I've given up the game, I've got to leave, |
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The pot of gold is only make-believe. |
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The treasure can't be found by men who search |
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Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church |
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We sat in an empty theatre and we kissed, |
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I asked you please to cross me off your list |
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My head tells me it's time to make a change |
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But my heart is telling me I love you but you're strange |
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So one more time at midnight, near the wall |
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Take off your heavy make-up and your shawl |
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Won't you come down from the throne of where you sit |
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Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it |
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I come back to the town from the flaming moon |
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I see you in the streets I begin to swoon |
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I love to see you dress before the mirror |
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Won't you let me in your room one time, before I finally disappear |