| With my damsel heart of secret art
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| And my Roman earrings flashing in the dark
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| You got angel eyes, you got a devil’s smile
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| And with my young maiden’s charm I’ll keep you for a while
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| I’ll come ride with you now that summer’s in the glen
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| For you are the lord of all these merry men
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| You’ve been gone so long you’re more stranger than kin
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| But if you come knocking on my door you know I’ll let you in
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| I know you through the mask you wear
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| As you hold the shining room
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| You are one of the hundred horseman
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| Who ride beneath the moon!
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| You are one of the hundred horsemen!
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| Oh, I know who you are!
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| You are one of the hundred horsemen
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| And you’re riding on my heart
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| With my damsel heart of secret art
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| And my Roman earrings flashing in the dark
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| You got angel eyes, you got a devil’s smile
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| With my young maiden’s charm I’ll keep you for a while
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| I’ll come lie with you now the fields are full of rain
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| Oh, you take me like the wind and you heal me again
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| With your sweet-tasting blade you cut my apple in the dark
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| Oh, you are the only one who ever reached my heart
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| I know you through the mask you wear
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| As you hold the shining room
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| You are one of the hundred horseman
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| Who ride beneath the moon!
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| You are one of the hundred horsemen!
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| Oh, I know who you are!
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| You are one of the hundred horsemen
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| And you’re riding on my heart
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| With my damsel heart of secret art
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| And my Roman earrings flashing in the dark
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| You got angel eyes, you got a devil’s smile
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| With my young maiden’s charm I’ll keep you for a while |