| With handmade silver sparkles
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| Like a well-dressed sequined whore
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| Your lady-like deceptions
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| Keep reaching out for more
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| And you ask me for nothing
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| And nothing’s not enough
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| And the fisherman he puts a claim on you
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| But it’s nothing but a bluff
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| So with jealous hands tied round my back
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| I stumble 'cross the floor
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| Not knowing how to speak
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| I keep reaching for the door
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| I know you know me well I say
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| 'Cause I’m the palace guard
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| Remember me, we made love today
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| At the King’s bazaar
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| And you look at me with eyes that never see
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| I can feel something start to die inside of me
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| So before you show me everything
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| There’s something you must know
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| I’ve worked with your friend John the Geek
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| And his sidewalk travelin show
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| I know your childhood tailored dreams are very well disguised
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| So you don’t have to fake it anymore it’s all been memorized
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| And you speak in wordless freedoms never seen
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| Now I realize to you it’s all a dream
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| And you speak to me with feelings
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| As real as sealing wax
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| As the nearness dawns the moth is gone
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| Leaving trailless tracks
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| All you village people
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| Sing your songs of the morning sunlit sky
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| Don’t you think it’s time we moved along
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| Said the raven to the fly |