| O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
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| I never thought we’d meet.
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| You kiss my lips, and then it’s done:
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| I’m back on Boogie Street.
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| A sip of wine, a cigarette,
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| And then it’s time to go.
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| I tidied up the kitchenette;
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| I tuned the old banjo.
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| I’m wanted at the traffic-jam.
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| They’re saving me a seat.
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| I’m what I am, and what I am,
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| Is back on Boogie Street.
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| And O my love, I still recall
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| The pleasures that we knew;
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| The rivers and the waterfall,
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| Wherein I bathed with you.
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| Bewildered by your beauty there,
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| I’d kneel to dry your feet.
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| By such instructions you prepare
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| A man for Boogie Street.
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| O Crown of Light, O Darkened One…
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| So come, my friends, be not afraid.
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| We are so lightly here.
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| It is in love that we are made;
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| In love we disappear.
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| Tho' all the maps of blood and flesh
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| Are posted on the door,
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| There’s no one who has told us yet
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| What Boogie Street is for.
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| O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
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| I never thought we’d meet.
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| You kiss my lips, and then it’s done:
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| I’m back on Boogie Street.
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| A sip of wine, a cigarette,
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| And then it’s time to go… |