| If I scale the castle wall, will that do
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| Win your affection if I fall, call truce
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| We boys like bells, like gongs
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| That put the town into a song
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| Get used to the wrongs
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| I’m gonna do for you
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| Get used to the wrong
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| I’m gonna do to you when you ask
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| Your move
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| Won’t you come down from your chambers and speak
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| Nightgown and candle down the staircase to me
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| We boys like birds, our tongues and words
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| The guards have never heard
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| Get used to the wrongs
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| I’m gonna do for you
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| Get used to the wrong
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| I’m gonna do to you when you ask
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| Horseback
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| In the middle of the night
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| I know a route out
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| We could be far, enough by daylight
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| Pack quickly, be discreet beneath the night sky
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| Sweet veil of our relief
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| We’re gone
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| You’re the ire of your father
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| But the other half of me
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| Would I define young love in a rhyme, would that suit
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| We could abscond, be gone, on our way
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| We boys like bells, like gongs
|
| That put the town into a song
|
| Get used to the wrongs
|
| I’m gonna do for you
|
| Get used to the wrong
|
| I’m gonna do to you when you ask
|
| Your move
|
| Won’t you come down from your chambers and speak
|
| Nightgown and candle down the staircase to me
|
| We boys like birds, our tongues and words
|
| The guards have never heard
|
| Get used to the wrongs
|
| I’m gonna do for you
|
| Get used to the wrong
|
| I’m gonna do to you when you ask
|
| Horseback
|
| In the middle of the night
|
| I know a route out
|
| We could be far enough by daylight
|
| Pack quickly, be discreet beneath the night sky
|
| Sweet will of our relief
|
| We’re gone
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| You’re the ire of your father
|
| But the other half of me
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| You’re the ire of your father
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| But the other half of me |