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I saw you from a foreign window |
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Bearing down the sufferin' road |
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You were carryin' your burden |
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To the palace of the |
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LordTo the palace of the |
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LordI spied you from a foreign window |
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When the lilacs were in bloom |
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And the sun shone through your window pane |
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To the place you kept your books |
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You were reading on your sofa |
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You were singin' every prayer |
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That the masters had instilled in you |
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Since Lord |
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Byron loved despair |
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In the palace of the |
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LordIn the palace of the |
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LordAnd if you get it right this time |
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You don't have to come back again |
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And if you get it right this time |
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There's no need to explain |
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I saw you from a foreign |
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Bearing down the sufferin' road |
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You were carryin' your burden |
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You were singing about |
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RimbaudI was going down to |
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GenevaWhen the kingdom had been found |
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I was giving you protection |
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From the loneliness of the crowd |
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In the palace of the |
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LordIn the palace of the |
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LordThey were giving you religion |
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Breaking bread and drinking wine |
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And you laid out on the green hills |
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Just like when you were a child |
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I saw you from a foreign window |
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You were trying to find your way back home |
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You were carrying your defects |
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Sleeping on a pallet on the floor |
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In the palace of the |
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LordIn the palace of the |
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LordIn the palace of the |
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Lord |
