| She followed me with eyes
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| Down the empty corridor
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| When she took off her disguise
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| And her dress fell to the floor
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| She said: «Take me as I am babe
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| Our love will only grow»
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| Sometimes I need you naked
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| But sometimes your skin is cold
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| Fountain Avenue
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| We talked of myths and ancient gods
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| Walking down the Promenade
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| We’re both ghost ships that pass
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| Through the night with lowered masts
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| She said: «You are like Orion to me»
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| And I will drift into the sea
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| Like a hunter needs his eyes
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| You are here with me tonight
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| Fountain Avenue |