| There were three of us always
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| Walking abreast
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| Towards a siesta
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| In two single beds
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| The thrill of the bullring
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| Was our thrill as well
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| There was blood on the bell-pull
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| In the hot hotel
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| Mediterranean
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| The middle of the world
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| Two middle-class English boys
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| And a middle-class Englsh girl
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| But in the Hotel Marquis de Sade
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| In the middle of a single bed
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| The beast with three backs
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| The beast with three backs
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| The beast with three backs
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| And after siesta
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| The table is set
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| With a leg and a breast and a drumstick
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| And we eat and forget
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| Then Colin loves Alice
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| And Alice loves me
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| And I love the stains on the ceiling
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| And pump like the sea
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| Mediterranean
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| The middle of the world
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| Two middle-class English boys
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| And a middle-class Englsh girl
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| But in the Hotel Marquis de Sade
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| In the middle of a single bed
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| The beast with three backs
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| The beast with three backs
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| The beast with three backs
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| But in the Hotel Marquis de Sade
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| The Devil in a single bed
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| «Who is the third who walks always beside you?
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| When I count, there are only you and I together
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| But when I look ahead up the white road
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| There is always another one walking beside you
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| Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
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| I don’t know whether a man or a woman
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| — But who is that on the other side of you?»
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| «Who is the third who walks always beside you?
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| When I count, there are only you and I together
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| But when I look ahead up the white road
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| There is always another one walking beside you» |