| Hades, my husband, Hades, my light
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| Hades, my darkness
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| If you had heard how he sang tonight
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| You’d pity poor Orpheus!
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| All of his sorrow won’t fit in his chest
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| It just burns like a fire in the pit of his chest
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| And his heart is a bird on a spit in his chest
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| How long, how long, how long?
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| How long? |
| Just as long as Hades is King
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| Nothing comes of wishing on stars
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| And nothing comes of the songs people sing
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| However sorry they are
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| Give them a piece and they’ll take it all
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| Show them the crack and they’ll tear down the wall
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| Lend them an ear and the Kingdom will fall
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| The Kingdom will fall for a song
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| What does he care for the logic of kings?
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| The laws of your underworld?
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| It is only for love that he sings!
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| He sings for the love of a girl!
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| You and your pity don’t fit in my bed
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| You just burn like a fire in the pit of my bed
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| And I turn like a bird on a spit in my bed
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| How long, how long, how long?
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| How long? |
| Just as long as I am your wife
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| It’s true the earth must die
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| But then the earth comes back to life
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| And the sun just goes on rising
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| And how does the sun even fit in the sky?
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| It just burns like a fire in the pit of the sky
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| And the earth is a bird on a spit in the sky
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| How long, how long, how long? |