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There were three of us always |
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Walking abreast |
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Towards a siesta |
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In two single beds |
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The thrill of the bullring |
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Was our thrill as well |
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There was blood on the bell-pull |
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In the hot hotel |
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Mediterranean |
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The middle of the world |
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Two middle-class English boys |
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And a middle-class English girl |
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But in the Hotel Marquis de Sade |
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In the middle of a single bed |
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The beast with three backs |
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The beast with three backs |
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The beast with three backs |
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And after siesta |
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The table is set |
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With a leg and a breast and a drumstick |
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And we eat and forget |
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Then Colin loves Alice |
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And Alice loves me |
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And I love the stains on the ceiling |
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And pump like the sea |
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Mediterranean |
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The middle of the world |
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Two middle-class English boys |
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And a middle-class English girl |
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But in the Hotel Marquis de Sade |
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In the middle of a single bed |
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The beast with three backs |
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The beast with three backs |
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The beast with three backs |
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"Who is the third who walks always beside you? |
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When I count, there are only you and I together |
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But when I look ahead up the white road |
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There is always another one walking beside you |
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Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded |
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I don't know whether a man or a woman |
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- But who is that on the other side of you?" |
