| Well nighttime passes
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| But the dark remains
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| And I was feelin' like a little child
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| But I am loathe to place blame
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| On that lioness-esque woman
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| Who will go here unnamed
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| She was looking in me for a lion
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| When she found it so tame
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| On that erstwhile May morning
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| I took the six downtown to Spring
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| And I was writing something elegiac
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| That I never learned to sing
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| But I think it was this song
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| Just four years premature
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| And I remember crossing out the line
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| -«All is fair in love and war»
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| Well if all is fair in love and war
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| Then I don’t know what we are fighting for
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| Cuz my baby she’s a real peach
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| Even when the night come crashin' down
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| Real peach
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| And the nighttime rolls away, alright
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| And we’re comin' back to the demon-killing work of love
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| (my god)
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| Well nighttime passes
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| And the dark retreats
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| I hand it over to my upper angel
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| Who visits me in sleep
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| We’re in the field beyond the right and wrong
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| And the fallacy of form
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| Well you can call it what you wanna call it
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| I just say -«All is fair in love and war»
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| Well if all is fair in love and war
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| Then I don’t know what we are fighting for
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| So if we don’t care
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| To fight no more
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| Let’s go upstairs and let’s shut the door
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| Cuz my baby she’s a real peach
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| Even when the night come crashing down
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| Real peach
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| And the nighttime rolls away, alright
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| Cuz my baby she’s a real peach
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| Even when the night come crashing down
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| Real peach
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| And the nighttime rolls away, alright
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| And we’re comin' back to the demon killing work of love
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| (my god)
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| Illuminate |