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See my love is asleep on the floor, |
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In a pose that's familiar. |
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See my son will just send you to war, |
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If the battle don't kill you. |
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I've a change in mind, |
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Calling all the time. |
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But I don't want to live at your side |
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Though the rose is vermilion, |
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'Cause I find it so hard to survive, |
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Without when within you, |
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My sweet Lavinia. |
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All my children asleep on the floor, |
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In a fire in the winter. |
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I don't know if I've been there before, |
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But the colour's familiar. |
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I've an age in mind |
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Calling all the time, |
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For my sweet Lavinia. |
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My sweet Lavinia. |
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For my sweet Lavinia. |
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My sweet... |
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My sweet Lavinia. |
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My sweet Lavinia. |
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My sweet Lavinia. |
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My sweet Lavinia. |
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Ohh. Ohh. |
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Alternate Verse (live version) |
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All the years buried under the floor and the wounds in the parlours |
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Would have come up to greet us before if it werent for my heart cause |
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Give her name in mind its calling all the time ) |
