| The devil take this Orpheus
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| And his belladonna kiss
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| Beautiful and poisonous
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| Lovely! |
| Deadly!
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| Now it thickens on my tongue
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| Now it quickens in my lung
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| Now I’m stricken! |
| Now I’m stung!
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| It’s done already!
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| Dangerous, this jack of hearts
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| With his kiss, the riot starts
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| All my children came here poor
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| Clamoring for bed and board
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| Now what do they clamor for?
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| Freedom! |
| Freedom!
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| Have I made myself their Lord
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| Just to fall upon the sword
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| Of some pauper’s minor chord?
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| Who will lead them?
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| Who lays all the best laid plans?
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| Who makes work for idle hands?
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| Only one thing to be done
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| Let them think that they have won
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| Let them leave together
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| Under one condition
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| Orpheus, the undersigned
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| Shall not turn to look behind
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| She’s out of sight!
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| And he’s out of his mind!
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| Every coward seems courageous
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| In the safety of the crowd
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| Bravery can be contagious
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| When the band is playing loud
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| Nothing makes a man so bold
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| As a woman’s smile and a hand to hold
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| But all alone, his blood runs thin
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| And doubt comes… doubt comes in |