| You’re the nose on my bullet
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| The trigger on my gun
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| You’re the sandbank in the ocean
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| Oxygen in my blood
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| You’re the fastest of the fish
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| You’re the prickliest pear
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| You’re a chameleon in the night
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| You’re the Sahara’s sun glare
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| You’re my mind’s rest
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| You’re the strings on my guitar
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| You’re the wax in my mustache
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| The keys to my car
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| You’re the magical mermaid’s hollowed illusion
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| You cool them, fool them
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| And they hope so much
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| And you let them down
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| And you watch from your rock
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| And your heart beats fast as you watch their’s stop
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| I will keep on loving
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| 'Cos I believe in love
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| I don’t mind dying
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| If you follow me up
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| Your victory’s your defeat
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| Your head above your heart
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| Only the brave surrender
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| Death cannot tear us apart
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| Well my smile is wider
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| Than your’s when we meet
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| And the winter is colder
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| For me underneath
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| And I know that you glow
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| From the inside out
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| You can keep it for yourself
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| And I’ll go without
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| You are the fire and I’m the chimney
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| You’ll burn away and I’ll choke on your memory
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| All the words, my sense, you’re the poet to my pen
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| You’re the dream that brings the morning sadness
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| Start the day storm in my head
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| Well you’re the Oscar Wilde short stories in my bookcase
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| You’re Positively 4th Street isolated in my iTunes
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| You’re the word in the dictionary that I can’t spell
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| Can’t describe, can’t put in a sentence but use all the time
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| Your own pair of trousers look better on me
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| The boots of Spanish leather at the bottom of the sea
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| Every symbol of love that doesn’t relate to a meaning
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| Every feeling, every sensation, only real when I’m dreaming
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| I will keep on loving
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| 'Cos I believe in love
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| I don’t mind dying
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| If you follow me up
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| Your victory’s your defeat
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| Your head above your heart
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| Only the brave surrender
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| Death cannot tear us apart
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| Well I wish we were animals free of loves games
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| I wish we were snails with really big shells
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| I wish I was a lion, I’d be king of the wild
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| I’d command all the beasts to carry you when you’re tired
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| I’m the elephant in the circus
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| Oh, you’re my trainer
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| You’d never let me go
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| But if you did I would stay here
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| In love there is freedom
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| But it must be returned
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| There must be sacrifice
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| Love must be learnt
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| A donkey, a mule, a lifetime of work
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| In death he rests his head from his reins
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| No burden to bare but work left him lame
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| And the lion on the mountain chased from his pride
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| His lioness stolen, his rival survives
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| The sound of his cubs in death are dim
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| He knows his world well, no pain can defeat him
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| Wild horses in the wilderness
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| Will know no journey home
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| Well my love is locked in chains
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| The lion walks alone
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| Oh the lion walks alone
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| Nature is cruel
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| But he knows it’s his home
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| He to his demons
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| And you to your own
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| Please let me stand by you
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| And we’ll conquer them all
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| We will conquer them all
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| Oh I will conquer them all
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| Oh I will conquer them all
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| Oh I will conquer them all |