| High above through veils of cloud I look on you again
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| You’re beautiful as always in this light
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| About you shame and ignorance are clinging like a shroud
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| But I can’t wait to be with you tonight
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| No angels walk beside you now
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| No heroes hold your hands
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| Your heart was broken but your mind’s still free
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| And down below me you are waiting smiling like a ghost
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| Come open up your filthy heart to me
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| Into your arms so long ago in innocence and fear
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| I asked you for your dreams to make me wise
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| Like a priestess like a whore you took me by the hand
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| And showed me all your mysteries and lies
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| But everywhere I go there still are echoes of you now
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| Your golden streets that no one ever sees
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| And all I ask is one last time
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| Before my time has passed
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| Come open up your filthy heart to me
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| Mad dogs and millionaires have breathed upon your eyes
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| Their rituals are sordid and so bland
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| They whisper their banalaties
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| They fawn and patronise
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| How little all your suitors understand
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| They try to dress you up like someone younger and more free
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| Ridiculous they try to make you seem
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| When what you are is perfect and I need no more than this
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| Come open up your filthy heart to me
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| Come open up your filthy heart to me |