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Hey man, do you wanna hear a story about me? |
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I'm an old man, you're probably not interested I see |
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But I'll tell you anyway, about the girl who came to stay |
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Thirty years, six months, and two days ago |
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She walked into the party with Joan de Monmarquis |
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She wore her beauty like a cloak, with the devil up her sleeve |
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And she was ancient like the Greeks, amongst us animals and freaks |
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I lost my mind, never to find the useless thing again |
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There was something going on that night |
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But I don't know what it was |
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There was something going on that night |
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I was waiting, we were just waiting for it |
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I forgot everything I knew in the ancient sea that night |
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When she slipped her dress off shivering and clung to me so tight |
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Then she whispered in my ear, 'There is nowhere else but here', |
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Nowhere, nowhere |
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There was something going on that night |
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But I don't know what it was |
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There was something going on that night |
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I was waiting, we were just waiting |
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You don't know yourself |
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You don't know yourself |
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You don't know yourself |
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Until she's had her way with you |
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We spent three weeks in a cheap hotel corroding by the sea |
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Tangled up in sheets and love and ancient misery |
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One day I woke to see her leave, she had an eagle on her sleeve |
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The last I heard she took the bird to catch snakes in Mexico |
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There was something going on that night |
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But I don't know what it was |
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There was something going on that night |
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I was waiting, we were just waiting for it |
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[x2] |
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You don't know yourself |
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You don't know yourself |
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You don't know yourself |
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Until your time was almost through |
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Hey man, do you wanna hear a story about me? |
