| Lend me your hand, I’ll fasten a bow
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| Everything’s better with ribbon, you know
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| Try to see straight, and look far away
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| I’ll point your finger to the end of the day
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| Well you know I don’t love you, but you know that I’ll stay
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| And you know that I’ll always be going away
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| So untie your laces, kick off your boots
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| Maybe there’s something here that isn’t old news
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| And we’ll see better with our eyes closed
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| And maybe we’ll feel the way the wind blows
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| There’s Venus hanging in the sky
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| Oh how she lied
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| That cuckoos croon and flowers sigh
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| And someone’s gotta hold me till I die
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| I’m on my own
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| Please don’t be scared I can tell you’re afraid
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| It won’t be so bad when you’ve gone on your way
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| Try to be cool, try to throw it away
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| But it’s not every day you find somebody who can know you all the way
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| And we’ll see better with our eyes closed
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| And time flows even when you don’t know
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| There’s Venus hanging in the sky
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| Oh why’d she lie, she lied, she lied
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| That cuckoos croon and flowers sigh
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| And someone’s gotta hold us till we die |
| We’re on our own |