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There once lived a soul whose ears |
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Lived nothing but open years |
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I still can't read your lips like i coaxed |
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That beast who makes love to me |
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Keep me from holes that i could fall into soon, |
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The jade servant spits the moon |
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From stories as high as you |
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I took the two into town |
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Because i thought i'd be found |
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With strips of weariness in my raving heart, |
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No matter how tired |
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I nearly kissed my will power out the door, |
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And you wouldn't expect more |
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If i were to tell you so |
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You could be too young for that |
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And why i thought i could stand |
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With fields of fog around my neck and knees, |
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I have no beliefs |
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I can't recall the last time i talked to you |
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And certain things that excite, won't keep me from anyone |