| A beautiful obsession
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| Like a moth to a flame, he returns
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| The window, and the rain
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| Have brought him back again …
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| Go from my window my love, my dove
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| Go from my window my dear
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| The wind is in the West and the cuckoo’s in his nest
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| And you can’t have a harbouring here
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| Go from my window my love, my dove
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| Go from my window my dear
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| The weather it is warm, it will never do thee harm
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| But you can’t have a harbouring here
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| Go from my window my love, my dove
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| Go from my window my dear
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| The wind is blowing high and the ship is lying by
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| And you can’t have a harbouring here
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| Go from my window my love, my dove
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| Go from my window my dear
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| The window and the rain have brought him back again
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| But you can’t have a harbouring here
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| Go from my window my love, my dove
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| Go from my window my dear
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| The devil’s in the man that he will not understand
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| He can’t have a harbouring here |