| You who were born with the sun above your shoulders
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| You turn me on, you turn me on
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| You have to know
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| You who were born where the sun she keeps her distance
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| You turn me on, you turn me on
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| But so does she
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| You who were born there where beauty is existence
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| You turn me on, you turn me on
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| Your body heals my soul
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| You who were born where you shiver and you shudder
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| You turn me on
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| The girl is gone
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| So come on, let’s go
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| All the pearls of china fade astride a volta
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| Don’t sew bee-lines to anybody’s hide
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| Save your poison for a lover who is on your side
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| One way is rome and the other way is mecca
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| On either side
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| On either side of our motorbike
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| One way is home and the other way is papa
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| On either side
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| On either side, prepare to strike
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| When I get back I will dream in barnes and nobles
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| Dont leave me here
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| Dont leave me where angels fear to tread
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| When i get back I will bleed after my beating
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| Dont leave me here
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| Dont leave me here, im scared to death
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| All the pearls of china fade astride a volta
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| Don’t sew bee-lines to anybody’s hide
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| Save your poison for a lover who is on your side |