| Mine eyes have seen the glory of the sacred wunderkind
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| You took me behind a disused railway line
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| And said, «I know a place where we can go
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| Where we are not known»
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| And then you gave me something that I won’t forget too soon
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| But I can’t believe that you’d ever care
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| And this is why you will never care
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| But these things take time
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| And I know that I’m
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| The most inept that ever stepped
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| I’m spellbound, but a woman divides
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| And the hills are alive with celibate cries
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| But you know where you came from
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| You know where you’re going
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| And you know where you belong
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| You said I was ill and you were not wrong
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| But I can’t believe that you’d ever care
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| And so you never care
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| But these things take time
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| And I know that I’m
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| The most inept that ever stepped
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| Oh, the alcoholic afternoons
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| When we sat in your rooms
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| They meant more to me than any
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| Than any living thing on earth
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| It had more worth
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| Than any
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| Living thing on earth, on earth, on earth
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| Vivid and in your prime
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| You will leave me behind
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| You will leave me behind |