| My girl wakes in her bed of night
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| Dressed in silver and dressed in white
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| She says she’s having the strangest dreams
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| Of another time and century;
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| And now she speaks of a far-off place
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| A woman and a man are in a deep embrace
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| Don’t they know it’s against the law
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| Well it must have been before the war
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| Long before; |
| it was
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| Real love and devotion — with sight and touch
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| Real love and emotion — with sight and touch
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| Real love and devotion, before the modern world;
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| She hears voices in her mind
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| Talking of another world lost in time
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| Before they took away the words
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| That told us how we used to be
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| Our history; |
| words of
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| Real love and devotion — with sight and touch
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| Real love and emotion — with sight and touch
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| Real love and devotion, before the modern world;
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| And now we live in a two by four
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| Never going outside through the door
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| They’re watching us on the videoline
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| But we sit and wait until the night
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| And in the night, we have
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| Sweet love and devotion — with sight and touch
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| Real love and emotion — with sight and touch
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| Sweet love and devotion, in such a modern world;
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| We’re never going to be lonely — with sight and touch
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| We’re never going to be lonely — with sight and touch
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| We’re never going to be lonely in such a modern world… |