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Ninety degrees in the shade, the shade that stretches forever |
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over black everglades, crystallised and circled with flames of |
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the summer |
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i don't know where you've been, out on the sand with medusa, |
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and not busy with fighting gravity, the seducer |
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go now and look out your window, go now and look out |
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your window |
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tonight belongs to you |
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Ninety degrees in the shade, the shade that's woven around us |
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woven over and out, outside and in, within which they'll never |
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find us |
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i don't know where you've been, out on the sand with medusa, |
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and not busy with fighting gravity, the seducer |
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go now and look out your window, go now and look out |
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your window |
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tonight belongs to you, i hope there's some to share |
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tonight belongs to you, i hope there's some to share |
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silent conqueror of the night |