| Your eyes have grown tired of
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| Hunting for the fox and the owl
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| For smooth stones
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| And a safe place to hide
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| In the hills is near your home
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| Now you walk with bare feet through the wet sand
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| And a boy sees you and comes running over
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| And stands for forty meters away
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| Wanting to walk on water
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| To turn you on
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| But you don’t pay any attention at all
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| As the world rises and falls
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| Now you have a woman’s shape
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| Thunderbolts in your fingertips
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| He has his eyes pinned on you
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| Be careful, he has whips and chains
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| And he plays ancient games
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| Over anyone standing in his way
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| He can change the color of the sky
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| If he wants to
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| But its only magic use to him
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| Don’t be easily taken
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| Or he won’t remember you at all
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| As the world rises and falls
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| I tried to tell you not to love him
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| Strongly as you did
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| You’ll go out again someday
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| But you won’t forget him for a long time
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| He tore the mask off your face
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| And then put you down
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| And made you want him
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| More than anyone before
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| And then he walked away
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| And you don’t hear from him at all |