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I've got a feeling that the horse and the rider are the same |
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And if you whistle they'll come running |
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But don't expect too much |
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Or you're gonna be disappointed |
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'Cause the devil's in the details |
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And he wants you to know he was framed |
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For kicking over the chair of a ghost |
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Who never cared to shake his chains |
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Oh, what a lovely island |
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We've made for ourselves |
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Rene, your country is covered in weeds |
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And another one grows every time you speak |
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I'm warning your beast to be |
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We are not as wild as we like to think |
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And how can I be what she wants me to be |
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When I can't even rest while I sleep |
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Oh, what a lovely island |
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We've made for ourselves |
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I was beaten and I was tamed |
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Like a lam who arranged |
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For a fox to take her sisters |
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For supper in exchange |
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For the details on the devil |
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And the ghost of the planes |
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A look was exchanged |
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Clothing rearranged |
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You spoke of marriage |
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I spoke of the sea |
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We glanced around the room uneasily |
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Spoke of a flower and how she tamed you |
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What of the cuts and the blisters she gave you |
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Took an airplane to unravel the true nature of this beast |
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But your heart is like the prairie and you're married to the sea |
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Oh, what a lovely island |
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We've made for ourselves |