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You look different every time you come from the foam-crested brine |
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It's your skin shining softly in the moonlight |
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Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly baby sperm whale |
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Am I yours? Are you mine to play with? |
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But joking apart when you're drunk you're terrific |
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When you're drunk |
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I like you mostly late at night - you're quite all right |
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But I can't understand the different you |
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In the morning when it's time to play |
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At being human for a while |
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Please smile! |
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You'll be different in the spring, I know |
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You're a seasonal beast |
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Like the starfish that drifted with the tide, with the tide |
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So until your blood runs to meet the next full moon |
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Your madness fits in nicely with my own, with my own |
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Your lunacy fits neatly with my own |
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My very own |
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You're not alone |
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You're not alone |
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You aren't alone |
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You're not alone |