| Take me for what I am
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| A star newly emerging
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| Long simmering explodes
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| Inside the self is reeling
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| In the pocket of the heart, in the rushing of the blood
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| In the muscle of my sex, in the mindful mindless love
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| I accept the new found man
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| And I set the twilight reeling
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| At 5 a.m. the moon and the sun
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| Sit set before my window
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| Light glances off the blue glass we set
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| Right before the window
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| And you who accept, in your soul and your head
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| What was misunderstood, what was thought of with dread
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| A new self is born, the other self dead
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| I accept the new found man
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| And set the twilight reeling
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| A soul singer stands on the stage
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| The spotlight shows him sweating
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| He sinks to one knee, seems to cry
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| The horns are unrelenting
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| But as the drums beat he finds himself growing hard
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| In the microphone’s face he sees her face growing large
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| And the swelling crescendo no longer retards
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| I accept the new found man and set the twilight reeling
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| As the twilight sunburst gleams
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| As the chromium moon it sets
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| As I lose all my regrets
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| And set the twilight reeling
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| I accept the new found man
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| And set the twilight reeling |