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I've seen your fairground hair, |
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Your seaside eyes |
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Your vampire tooth, your little truth |
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Your tiny lies |
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I know your trembling hand, your guilty prize |
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Your sleeping limbs, your foreign hymns |
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Your midnight cries |
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So dry your eyes |
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And turn your head away |
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Now there's nothing more to say |
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Now you're gone away |
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I know your trail of tears, your slip of hand |
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Your monkey paw, your monkey claw |
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And your monkey hand |
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I've seen your trick of blood, your trap of fire |
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Your ancient wound, your scarlet moon |
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And your jailhouse smile |
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So dry your eyes |
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And turn your head away |
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Now there's nothing more to say |
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Now you're gone away |
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I'll miss your urchin smile, your orphan tears |
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Your shining prize, your tiny cries |
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Your little fears |
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I'll miss your fairground hair, your seaside eyes |
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Your vampire tooth, your little truth |
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And your tiny lies |
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So dry your eyes |
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And turn your head away |
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Now there's nothing more to say |
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Now you're gone away |
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(repeat) |
