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Take me for what i am |
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A star newly emerging |
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Long simmering explodes |
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Inside the self is reeling |
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In the pocket of the heart, in the rushing of the blood |
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In the muscle of my sex, in the mindful mindless love |
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I accept the new found man |
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And set the twilight reeling |
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At 5 am the moon and the sun |
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Sit set before my window |
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Light glances off the blue glass we set |
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Right before the window |
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And you who accept, in your soul and your head |
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What was misunderstood, what was thought of with dread |
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A new self is born, the other self dead |
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I accept the new found man |
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And set the twilight reeling |
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A soul singer stands on the stage |
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The spotlight shows him sweating |
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He sinks to one knee, seems to cry |
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The horn are unrelenting |
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But as the drums beats he finds himself growing hard |
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In the microphone's face he sees her face growing large |
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And the swelling crescendo no longer retards |
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I accept the new found man and set the twilight reeling |
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As the twilight sunburst gleams |
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As the chromium moon it sets |
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As i lose all my regrets |
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And set the twilight reeling |
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I accept the new found man |
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And set the twilight reeling |
