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I creep up the wall into your garden |
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I'm bruised from the fall |
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You're there on the stairs |
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Drinking your Chardonay in blue underwear |
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You and your eyes light the darkest room |
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In the darkest house |
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And nobody else can call you theirs |
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This tiara is yours |
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You must have lost it when |
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You fell from the stars |
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Lead me by the hand |
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Take me beneath the waves |
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To your atlantis sand |
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You and your eyes light the darkest room |
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In the darkest house |
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And nobody else can call you theirs |
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Stay just as you are |
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You're the nearest thing I have to art |
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And all the colours you have |
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Are stuck in the chemicals of this photograph |