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You came out of the night, |
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wearing a mask in white colour. |
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My eyes were shining |
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on the wine |
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and your aura. |
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All in order, |
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we move into the boudoir, |
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but too soon |
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the morning has resumed. |
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I'm hanging on the Old Goose Moon. |
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You look like an angel, |
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sleeping it off at a station. |
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Were you only passing through? |
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I'm dying for you just to touch me, and |
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feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me. |
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L'amour looks something like you. |
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The thought of you sends me shivery. |
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I'm dressed in lace, sailing down a black reverie. |
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My heart is thrown |
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to the pebbles and the boatmen. |
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All the time I find I'm living |
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in that evening |
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with the feeling of sticky love inside. |
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I'm hanging on the Old Goose Moon. |
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You look like an angel, |
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sleeping it off at a station. |
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Were you only passing through? |
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I'm dying for you just to touch me, and |
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feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me. |
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L'amour looks something like you. |
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L'amour looks something like you. |
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(L'amour L'amour L'amour) |
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L'amour looks something like you. |