| Even the wolf can learn,
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| even the sheep can turn,
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| even the frog bcome at last the prince.)
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| No more imagined insults
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| and no more bloated pride —
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| I’ll see you at the wedding,
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| I’ll see you on the other side
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| and I’ll hold my peace forever
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| but I’ll hold my passion more…
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| I’ll be holding the door
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| and waiting for the princess —
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| I could say I’m waiting for the world,
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| but when it comes right down to it
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| I’m simply waiting for the girl.
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| On through the ring of changes
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| I’ll be at my side in a single bound,
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| lost and found
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| looking to be lost and found.
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| La Rossa extends her hands — in the morning light the stigmata don’t show
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| She’s up already, making plans; |
| she thinks it’s maybe time he ought to go And she’s friendly like it’s a service but she’s ringing around his head —
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| though he knows she has no further use for him
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| still he feels like he’s raised from the dead.
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| Out to the cold grey daylight, never ever wondering, of course,
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| if one moment of perfect passion
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| is worth a lifetime of remorse.
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| So it’s no more empty promises |
| and no more idle threats;
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| no more 'if only’s'
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| and no more 'and yet’s';
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| no more wishes for the future
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| no more denials of the past;
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| I’m free at last
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| I’m in love at last
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| I’m lost and found
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| …put on your red dress, baby…
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| …cos we’re going out, tonight…
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| …put on your high heeled slippers…
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| …everything's gonna
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| be alright |