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Did you know |
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Sometimes it frightens me |
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When you say my name |
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And I can't see you |
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Will you ever learn to materialize |
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Before you speak |
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Impetuous boy |
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If that's what you really are |
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How many centuries |
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Since you've climbed a balcony |
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Or do you do this every night |
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With someone else |
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You tell me that you never leave |
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And I am almost afraid |
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To believe it |
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Why is it me |
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You've chosen to follow |
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Did you like the way I look |
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When I am sleeping |
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Was my hair more fun to tangle |
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Are my dreams more entertaining |
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Do you laugh |
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When I'm complaining |
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That I'm all alone |
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Where were you |
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When I searched the sea |
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For a friend to talk to me |
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In a year |
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Where will you be |
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Is it enough |
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For you to steal into my mind |
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Filling up my page with |
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Music written in my hand |
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You know I'll take the credit |
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For I must have made you come to me somehow |
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But please |
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Try to close the curtains |
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When you leave at night |
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Or I'll have to find someone |
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To stay and warm me |
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Will you always attend my midnight tea parties |
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As long as I set your place |
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If one day |
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Your sugar sits untouched |
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Will you have gone forever |
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Would you miss me |
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In a thousand years |
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When you will dry |
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Another's tears |
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But you say |
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You'll never leave me |
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And I wonder if you'll have the decency |
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To pass through my wall |
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To the next room |
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While I dress for dinner |
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But when I'm stuck in conversation |
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With stuffed shirts |
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Whose adoration |
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Hurts my ears |
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Where are you then |
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Can't you cut in |
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When I dance with other men |
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It's too late |
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Not to interfere with my life |
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You've already made me |
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A most unsuitable wife |
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For any man who wants to be the first |
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His bride has slept with |
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And you can't just fly into people's bedrooms |
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Then expect them to calmly wave goodbye |
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You've changed the course of history |
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And didn't even try |
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Where are you now |
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Standing behind me |
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Taking my hand |
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Come |
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And remind me |
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Who you are |
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Have you traveled far |
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Are you made of stardust too |
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Are the angels after you |
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Tell me |
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What I am to do |
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But until then |
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I'll save your side of the bed |
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Just come |
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And sing me to sleep |
