| From the window of our honeymoon
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| The night looks a mite bizarre
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| They’re burning us in effigy
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| And smoke’s blots out the stars
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| They’re torturing our servants
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| By the light of an armoured car
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| Please don’t ask if it’s the end of the line
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| As I never could see that far
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| Tonight I’d rather look at you
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| How beautiful you are
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| If they ask you «what are lovers»
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| Tell them «lovers are
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| Set against the order
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| We live outside the law»
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| I’m no hero under torture
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| I’ll tell them all I heard and saw
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| I saw everything in you, my love
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| How beautiful you are
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| Through a broken telescope
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| We focus on the stars
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| I don’t want my vision magnified
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| I don’t need to see that far
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| From the window of our honeymoon
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| Draw the curtains cross the bars
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| Let’s spare ourselves the spectacle
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| The problem’s theirs not ours
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| Tonight I’d rather look at you
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| How beautiful you are
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| How beautiful you are
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| How beautiful
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| How beautiful
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| How beautiful you are
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| You are |