| I have overloved you and overseen you
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| And now you’re refusing the gifts that I bring you
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| My hands have been clasping my hot head and asking
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| «If she submits to me, will she be my property?»
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| You may be bleeding but you’re not dying
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| Though you are dying to go
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| Stop teasing me
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| I’m not seeing you leaving me
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| Here is a party full of my friends
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| And here is a cup being filled up to be drunk again
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| We are just starting luxurious lives
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| To be drunkards and diddymen
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| Making Gulf wars and battered wives
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| Now I may be pleading
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| But there’s no love nor fear in my eyes
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| Just greediness
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| I’m not seeing this sleeping dog lie
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| I am the wild horses who will drag you away
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| I am the locked door who can make you stay
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| And I will act the man in almost anyway I can
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| So I can keep keep keep you
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| So wake up you pretty thing to a wonderful home
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| Where we while away the happy Saturdays
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| Between the television and the telephone
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| And I stroke your head just to feel what I own
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| Whispering
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| «Will you be my property, and not my disability?»
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| And why are you craving
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| To be free from love’s slavery
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| Stop teasing me
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| Love’s not letting go
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| I am the child calling you to come back and play
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| I am the concert hall in which you hear me say
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| I’ll act a man in almost anyway I can
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| So I can keep keep keep you even though you may not understand
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| I am the bee and you are the pollen
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| I am the keeper you are the lion
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| I am the holes down which you would have fallen
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| If I had not been the hand who came and beckoned you
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| (And I’m not seeing this sleeping dog lie)
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| Maybe
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| You were born wrong
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| But why am I picking holes in you
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| When it’s holes that we all come from?
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| Maybe I was born strong
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| To stop love from overtaking me
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| To stop love from living too long
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| And you may be bleeding
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| And leading me to the blood flow
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| But sleep tight tonight lions
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| This keeper’s never letting go |