| He was a stranger to himself
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| A spy in his own camp
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| And his money was his health
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| All thrown to the dust by his very own hand
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| Yet his beauty lingered still
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| Beyond the draining of the sand
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| But greener was the other side of the hill
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| Richer was the other man’s land
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| But we loved him, loved him just like brothers would
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| We loved him, loved him like no others could
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| And she loved him, loved him like a lover should
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| Take good care of an aching heart
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| You never can replace it
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| You know you are the master of your heart
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| You’ll realise that when you think it fit
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| Those orbs of blue are jading away
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| No laughter from them dances
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| Yet you’re bound to remember this one day
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| Hazards are risks and risks are chances
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| You can run for cover, run for cover like a frightened hare
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| Till it’s all over, all over and there’s no-one there
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| 'Cos you daren’t discover, daren’t discover that we really care |