| Stop me falling down, stop me making movies of myself
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| Put that old dog down, stop me making movies of myself
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| Bring the carriage round, get me to the garden of sleep
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| Make that high gate speak, Perrier out of a paper bag
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| Looking like a hag
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| And start giving me something
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| A love that is longer than a day
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| Stop making my heart sing something that it doesn’t want to say
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| I’m handing it over
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| I’m saying that you’re the only one
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| Don’t run for the border
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| Turn that corner
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| Already you’ve run in movies of myself
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| Darling don’t you ever let me go Wrap your loving arms around me While the cold winds blow
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| Tell me what I really want to know
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| Cause I’m looking for a reason, a person, a painting
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| A Saturday evening Post edition by Jesus
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| An old piece of bacon never eaten by Elvis
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| So I’ll say start giving me something
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| A love that is longer than a day
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| Stop making my heart sing something that it doesn’t want to say
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| I’m handing it over
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| I’m saying that you’re the only one
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| Don’t run for the border, turn that corner
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| In movies of myself
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| Oh, I’ve seen it all before in movies of myself |