| When you leave, I go into our room
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| And lay me down on birds of paradise
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| It’s pretty womanly in here!
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| Roses noting every move
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| Nothing goes on except what should
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| A vast legacy of good
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| And I don’t know if I can uphold it on my own
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| I don’t know if I can uphold it on my own
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| I don’t know if I’m to be trusted
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| In our room
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| Alone
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| A man needs a woman or a man
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| To be a man
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| A man needs a woman or a man
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| To be a man
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| The light is explicit
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| Between nine and noon
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| The light shows a life to things thought dead
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| LIke oaken legs and fireworks beneath the bed
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| Fireworks are wasted in the day
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| I set 'em off anyway
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| To pass the time 'til you return
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| I Can’t see a thing 'til you return
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| Maybe a little smoke 'til you return
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| With fireworks
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| More fireworks!
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| And you tell me to wait
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| Just wait, wait
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| Just wait
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| A man needs a woman or a man
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| To be a man
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| A man needs a woman or a man
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| To be a man
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| And when it’s good and dark
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| The sky a wet black
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| Like earth has turned
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| You say OK
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| Now is time, OK Like earth has turned
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| Above us explode a golden lion dripping red
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| A blue bear spitting white
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| A spider of fire on a web of sparks
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| A green dragon with spiralled eyes
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| Fireworks light the way
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| Fireworks light the way
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| Before us lie many a night
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| Before us lie fireworks in boxes
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| But only in you
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| Deep in you
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| Only in you
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| Deep in you
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| Is the fire that lights them
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| A man needs a woman or a man
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| To be a man
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| A man needs a woman or a man
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| To be a man |