| Don’t believe his heart, I beg you please it lies
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| There’s murder in the eyes of men and treason in the sky
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| She crossed the room in honour and took his words in vain
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| He smiled the smile of murder and in his head, shook his hand
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| Take me to your sister, in you and her is love
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| It’s beautiful and soothing, it’s logic and it’s sane
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| Take me through the evening, on my 32nd floor
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| And I’ll never ask for more
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| Money is the heartache, moral is the shame
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| Duty comes to those who love the numbers and the name
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| So find the State of Israel, find the State of Rome
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| Crush the fools in huts of clay, there’s danger in the garden
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| Take me to your Station, take me through your mind
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| Drop that code you give me, just let me feel your mind
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| Take me through the evening, on my 32nd floor
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| And I’ll never ask for more
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| Hit me in the darkroom, I’ve never loved before
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| I’ve shook and screamed in lonely times
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| But I’ve never loved before
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| Take me to your sister, in you and her is love
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| It’s beautiful and soothing, it’s logic and it’s sane
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| Help me through the evening, on my 32nd floor
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| And I’ll never ask for more |