| I creep up the wall into your garden
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| I’m bruised from the fall
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| You’re there on the stairs
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| Drinking your Chardonay in blue underwear
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| You and your eyes light the darkest room
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| In the darkest house
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| And nobody else can call you theirs
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| This tiara is yours
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| You must have lost it when
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| You fell from the stars
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| Lead me by the hand
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| Take me beneath the waves
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| To your atlantis sand
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| You and your eyes light the darkest room
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| In the darkest house
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| And nobody else can call you theirs
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| Stay just as you are
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| You’re the nearest thing I have to art
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| And all the colours you have
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| Are stuck in the chemicals of this photograph |