| I’ve pulled down my lace and the chintz.
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| Oh, do you know you have the face of a genius?
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| I’ll send your love to zeus.
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| Oh, by the time you read this,
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| I’ll be well in touch.
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| I’m giving it all in a moment or two.
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| I’m giving it all in a moment, for you.
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| I’m giving it all, giving it, giving it.
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| This kicking here inside
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| Makes me leave you behind.
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| No more under the quilt
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| To keep you warm.
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| Your sister i was born.
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| You must lose me like an arrow,
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| Shot into the killer storm.
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| You and me on the bobbing knee.
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| Didn’t we cry at that old mythology he’d read!
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| I will come home again, but not until
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| The sun and the moon meet on yon hill.
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| I’m giving it all in a moment or two.
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| I’m giving it all in a moment, for you.
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| I’m giving it all, giving it, giving it.
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| This kicking here inside
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| Makes me leave you behind.
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| No more under the quilt
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| To keep you warm.
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| Your sister i was born.
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| You must lose me like an arrow,
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| Shot into the killer storm. |