| You are the thief that the night calls in
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| You’re always gone by the light of morn
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| You steal my heart and leave for me
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| The red rose and the thorn
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| You’re always waiting around the bend
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| Your steps I trace where the path is worn
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| Along the way you’ve placed for me
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| The red rose and the thorn
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| I’ve searched for you both far and wide
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| From mountain top to riverside
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| But you’re the master of disguise
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| Who’s hiding right bfore my eyes
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| And whn I lay me down to sleep
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| I pray my company you’ll keep
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| And if I die before I wake
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| My life was always yours to take
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| You’re in the house when the lights go down
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| I search each face where the curtain’s torn
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| And tumbling from the balcony
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| The red rose and the thorn |