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You come from far away |
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With pictures in your eyes |
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Of coffeeshops and morning streets |
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In the blue and silent sunrise |
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But night is the cathedral |
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Where we recognized the sign |
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We strangers know each other now |
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As part of the whole design |
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Oh, hold me like a baby |
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That will not fall asleep |
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Curl me up inside you |
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And let me hear you through the heat |
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You are the jester of this courtyard |
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With a smile like a girl's |
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Distracted by the women |
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With the dimples and the curls |
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By the pretty and the mischievous |
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By the timid and the blessed |
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By the blowing skirts of ladies |
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Who promise to gather you to their breast |
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Oh, hold me like a baby |
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That will not fall asleep |
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Curl me up inside you |
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And let me hear you through the heat |
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You have hands of raining water |
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And that earring in your ear |
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The wisdom on your face |
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Denies the number of your years |
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With the fingers of the potter |
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And the laughing tale of the fool |
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The arranger of disorder |
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With your strange and simple rules |
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Yes now I've met me another spinner |
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Of strange and gauzy threads |
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With a long and slender body |
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And a bump upon the head |
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Oh, hold me like a baby |
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That will not fall asleep |
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Curl me up inside you |
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And let me hear you through the heat |
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With a long and slender body |
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And the sweetest softest hands |
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And we'll blow away forever soon |
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And go on to different lands |
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And please do not ever look for me |
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But with me you will stay |
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And you will hear yourself in song |
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Blowing by one day |
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Oh, hold me like a baby |
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That will not fall asleep |
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Curl me up inside you |
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And let me hear you through the heat |
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Oh... |
