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ok |
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come here you |
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what? |
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I want you to be my love slave |
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yes master oh you ??? |
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who me? |
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it goes both ways |
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it does? |
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mmm yeah. |
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I'm gonna be your love slave? |
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uh-huh |
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stood near the cage of the prize-fighting cock |
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the sun cut through the clouds but the air pressure dropped |
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and I touched your hair for the very first time |
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I have that moment with me now |
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it's all mine |
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and you |
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showed me a thing or two about power in its purest form |
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a few minutes later you went back inside |
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and I stood near the clothesline where strips of beef dried |
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hanging in the noon-day sun |
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flies were buzzing nearby |
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and then your face in the window caught my eye |
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and you |
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showed me a thing or two about power in its purest form |
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things don't look much different now from where I stand |
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looking for you with camera in hand |
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someone's gone away |
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and someone's gotten taller |
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but the world stopped turning and the universe is much smaller |
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since you |
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showed me a thing or two about power in its purest form |
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yeah you |
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showed me a thing or two about power in its purest form |
