| I see you
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| You see me
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| But the ways
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| That we see
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| Aren’t the same
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| What I want you to be
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| Is not the way
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| You see me
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| It’s a shame
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| And I do complain
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| Oh, magdalene
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| You’ve kept me under your spell
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| I’ve been searching for the arrows that fell
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| But you can’t even seem to tell
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| Oh, magdalene
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| When you pray
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| By your bed at night
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| Do you say
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| Everything in your mind?
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| When you lay
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| In your bed at night
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| Do you say his name
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| And smile?
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| It’s a shame
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| That I will have to take
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| 'cause, magdalene
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| You’ve kept me under your spell
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| I’ve been feeling like a fool with a bell
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| But you can’t even seem to tell
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| Oh, magdalene
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| Magdalene…
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| It’s a strain
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| That I would like to forsake
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| But magdalene
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| You’ve kept me under your spell
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| I’ve been searching for the arrows that fell
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| Maybe that is just as well
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| 'cause you can’t even seem to tell
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| Magdalane… |