| When last did you go to Bacchanalia?
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| He seems to have seen you there
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| You know the one who puts me in hysteria
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| And makes me behave like a cur
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| You know the one who would shame me
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| In matters of the loin
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| And make me believe
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| That I’ve been alone in some hopeless void
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| You know the one
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| Mnxim
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| Come on, you know the one
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| I am in love, I’m an interloper
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| I am in love, I’m no interloper
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| Good Lord I see him now
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| Good Lord I see him now
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| Tell me what happened to the opium of your word
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| Let me put my finger in the cavern of his mouth
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| I am in love, I’m an interloper
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| I am in love, I’m no interloper
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| Good Lord I see him now
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| Who did you love in Bacchanalia?
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| Do you think they would have loved you too?
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| Now those boys smile when they see ya
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| I guess it’s something I should get accustomed to
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| Ooh, something I should do
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| Do you see them now?
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| Do you see them now?
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| Did they suddenly appear for what they were?
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| Hmmm, baby, there’s something in your mouth
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| I am in love, I’m an interloper
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| I am in love, I’m no interloper
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| Oh! |
| Do you see them now?
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| In everything I look for a sign
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| In the birds
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| Or the blue of the sky |