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It's your bicycle bells and your Rembrandt swells |
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Your children alive and still breathing |
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And your look of loss when you're coming across |
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Makes me feel like a thief when you're bleeding |
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Duchess Duchess |
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Light up your candles for me |
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Duchess Duchess |
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Put all your love back in me |
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I come listening I touch touching |
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With the Persian sea running through your veins |
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You shed your names with the seasons |
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Still they all return with the last remains |
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And they lay them before you like reasons |
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With your shimmering dress it says no it says yes |
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It says I've nothing left for conceiving |
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Its your shiftless flesh and your old girl's grace |
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Its your young girl's face that I'm breathing |
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Duchess Duchess |
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Light up your candles for me |
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Duchess Duchess Duchess |
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Put all the love back in me |
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I am lying she is crying |
