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He was a stranger to himself |
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A spy in his own camp |
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And his money was his health |
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All thrown to the dust by his very own hand |
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Yet his beauty lingered still |
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Beyond the draining of the sand |
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But greener was the other side of the hill |
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Richer was the other man's land |
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But we loved him, loved him just like brothers would |
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We loved him, loved him like no others could |
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And she loved him, loved him like a lover should |
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Take good care of an aching heart |
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You never can replace it |
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You know you are the master of your heart |
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You'll realise that when you think it fit |
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Those orbs of blue are jading away |
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No laughter from them dances |
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Yet you're bound to remember this one day |
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Hazards are risks and risks are chances |
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You can run for cover, run for cover like a frightened hare |
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Till it's all over, all over and there's no-one there |
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'Cos you daren't discover, daren't discover that we really care |
