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yes the black magic worked |
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and it might be well deserved |
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with a pin through my third eye |
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but the long frozen stare |
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shooting holes in stagnant air |
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sends me off to die |
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waltzing out through your clouds |
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and I know there is no doubt |
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venus is your star. |
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(chorus) |
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ophelia... |
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you're falling out |
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too tedious... |
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to talk about? |
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disappeared in the park |
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left me probing through the dark |
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put me off the path |
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you're the pebble in my shoe |
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and the beauty in my view |
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beaming through the glass. |
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(chorus) |
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ophelia... |
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you're falling out |
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too tedious... |
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to talk about? |
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insurmountable... |
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always colourful |
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I don't want to know |
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how you do what you do. |