| I lay down beside you:
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| I am a unicorn, you a virginal maid
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| And I come in laughing play
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| But, maybe, to be saved
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| Peer through the backcloth:
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| I am a character in the play
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| The words I slur are pre-ordained
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| We know them anyway
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| Don’t change your mind, don’t be a fickle friend;
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| Don’t change your mind, don’t pretend
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| To something false
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| Open the toy-box:
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| You are Pandora, I am the World
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| If you cross the stream, you never can return;
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| If you stay, you’ll surely burn
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| Don’t change your mind, don’t come all orchid eyes;
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| Don’t change your mind, don’t disguise the fear you feel
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| It’s real, and you must
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| Guard your castle well
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| For I am the lone wolf and the boar at bay
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| Grant me your Pax, you know we only live today
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| And on, and on, and into
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| «So long»
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| It takes so long to drown
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| It takes so very long to choke on the taste you’d spurned
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| If you cross the stream you never can return
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| If you stay you’ll surely burn |