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So they visit you, in the dead of night |
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They make love alone |
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They say that it's all right, that it's |
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Just the same |
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Do you like them? |
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Do you want them? |
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They have chosen you, |
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To take a trip |
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To take a trip |
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They've invited you, |
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They bring promises |
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Of a nearly perfect way |
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So they reach for you |
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With their fragile hands, |
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With beauty and such grace |
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It's you that they've embraced |
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They are not the same |
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Do you like? |
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Do you like? |
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Do you like them? |
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Do you want them? |
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Where they never fight, you'll never fell misplaced |
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They've invited you to a special place |
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They are not the same |
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So they've captured you, |
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No matter what you do, |
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To take you far away[?] |
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They are just the same |
