| Last night when I saw him
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| Last night last week
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| When I saw my lover with a flush in his cheek
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| I went up to the window and I held out my hand
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| He’s a demon lover and a spiritual man
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| But I think somebody will tell him
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| 'Cause they think that he ought to know
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| I’ve been looking from my bedroom window and falling in love
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| I’ve been found out, what’s my mother gonna say
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| I’ve been found out, what’s my mother gonna say
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| I’m in trouble 'cos I’ve been watching
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| Watching in your bedroom window
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| It’s the skin I’m catching
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| Maybe I’ll see you around tomorrow
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| Maybe I’ll see you around tomorrow
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| Well I seek him in candlelight
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| Why do I seek
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| I can love his body and I don’t have to speak
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| Well I stood by his shoulder and I blew on his face
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| In his eyes were the pastures of a much greeber place
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| But I think that stitches will mend him
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| And his feet choose a path that they know
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| Looking from his bedroom window and falling in love
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| I’ve been found out, what’s my mother gonna say
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| But I was dragged down to a level of dismay
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| I’m in trouble 'cause I’ve been watching
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| Watching from your bedroom window
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| That’s the train I’m catching
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| And I don’t want to see you alone no more |