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Up high in a mansion |
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On a mountain of jagged rock |
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Behind two iron doors |
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So heavy they need no lock |
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Is the last place that love lives |
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Where the sad woman cries |
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Is the last place that love lives |
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Behind your eyes |
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You hold up your finger |
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And you place it to my lips |
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And you tell me that anger |
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Can never get rid of this |
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Is the last place that love lives |
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Where the sad woman cries |
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Is the last place that love lives |
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Behind your eyes |
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Never blind to misfortune |
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Never deaf to the sorrowful moan |
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Set adrift on an ocean |
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Until I find that peaceful shore |
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Is the last place that love lives |
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Where the sad woman cries |
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Is the last place that love lives |
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Behind your eyes |
