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Nothing is sacred |
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Nothing is real |
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You know what you're made of |
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You know what you feel |
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Moments are fleeting |
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Like the moon in a well |
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You see your reflection |
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It's starting to gel |
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(Chorus) |
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I belong* * (repeated twice after "face of a god" verse) |
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I belong* |
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In the city of women |
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Where the mirror ball whirls |
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See your reflection |
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You're one of the girls |
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Slipping and swirling |
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Ahead of it all |
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The men are all bigger |
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But their antennae are small |
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(Chorus) |
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With the silver harpoon |
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Nothing can steal |
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The face of the moon |
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Your operation |
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Was only a fraud |
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You're still a man with |
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The face of a god |
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(Chorus) |
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(Horn Solo) |
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(Chorus in same asterisked manner above) |
