| I believe that you heard your master sing
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| When I was sick in bed
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| I suppose that he told you everything
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| That I keep locked away in my head
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| Your master took you travelling
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| Well at least that’s what you said
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| And now do you come back to bring
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| Your prisoner wine and bread
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| You met him at some temple
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| Where they take your clothes at the door
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| He was just a numberless man in a chair
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| Who’d just come back from the war
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| And you wrap up his tired face in your hair
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| And he hands you the apple core
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| Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare
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| Of all the kisses we put on some time before
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| And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk
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| With a collar of leather and nails
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| And he never once made you explain or talk
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| About all of the little details
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| Such as who had a word and who had a rock
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| And who had you through the mails
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| Now your love is a secret all over the block
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| And it never stops not even when your master fails
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| And he took you up in his aeroplane
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| Which he flew without any hands
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| And you cruised above the ribbons of rain
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| That drove the crowd from the stands
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| Then he killed the lights in a lonely lane
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| And an ape with angel glands
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| Erased the final wisps of pain
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| With the music of rubber bands
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| And now I hear your master sing
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| You kneel for him to come
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| His body is a golden string
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| That your body is hanging from
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| His body is a golden string
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| My body has growin' numb
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| Oh now you hear your master sing
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| Your shirt is all undone
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| And will you kneel beside this bed
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| That we polished so long ago
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| Before your master chose instead
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| To make my bed of snow?
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| Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red
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| And you’re speaking far too low
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| No I can’t make out what your master said
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| Before he made you go
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| Now I think you’re playing far too rough
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| For a lady who’s been to the moon;
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| I’ve lain by this window long enough
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| To get used to an empty room
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| And your love is some dust in an old man’s cough
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| Who is tapping his foot to a tune
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| And your thighs are a ruin, you want too much
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| Let’s say you came back some time too soon
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| Now I loved your master perfectly
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| I taught him all that he knew
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| He was starving in some deep mystery
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| Like a man who is sure what is true
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| And I sent you to him with my guarantee
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| I could teach him something new
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| And I taught him how you would long for me
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| No matter what he said no matter what you’d do
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| Now I believe that you heard your master sing
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| While I was sick in bed
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| I’m sure that he told you everything
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| I must keep locked away in my head
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| Your master took you travelling
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| Well at least that’s what you said
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| And now do you come back to bring
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| Your prisoner wine and bread |