| Called my brother he’s cleverer than me
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| Such an appetite for torture on my TV
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| He said: «Don't shake me way too hard
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| I’ve got woman and comfort in Piccolo Bambino»
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| Some of the parts well my heart’s missing a beat and I’m
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| Throwing my arms around any kind of tragedy
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| And I feel myself doing it
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| Find a crack and I’ll tease till I ruin it
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| In pursuit of love’s disappearing tail
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| Reaching for love’s disappearing tail
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| Open the door
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| She crashes cars just walking on the street
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| The Lebanese boys on the corner lose the power of speech
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| Talks like an angel, moves like tango
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| A vision in flung racks, hair like a bag of rats
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| While leaving a trail of holy smoke
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| Something in her smile betrays a mind obscene
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| And I’m Ganymede to a heart the size of Jupiter
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| To be with her I quit stuff and I’d shoot with her
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| Or brew with her
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| For love’s disappearing tail
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| Following love’s disappearing tail
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| Open the door
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| Open the door
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| Come on love let me in
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| Now that the tide is rising
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| Open the door
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| To love when it takes your breath
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| When it’s half to death
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| Come on love let me in
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| Now that the tide is rising
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| Open the door
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| To love when it takes your breath
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| When it’s half to death
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| Come on love let me in
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| Now that the tide is rising
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| Open the door
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| To love when it takes your breath
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| When it’s half to death
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| Come on love let me in
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| Now that the tide is rising
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| Open the door
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| To love when it takes your breath
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| When it’s half to death
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| Come on love let me in
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| Now that the tide is rising
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| Open the door
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| To love when it takes your breath
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| When it’s half to death
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| Come on love let me in
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| Now that the tide is rising
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| Open the door
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| To love when it takes your breath
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| When it’s half to death |