| Books and covers and part time lovers
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| Spinning in rooms in cities of rust
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| I’m stranded, struck out on this line
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| There’s smoke and fire and steel and wire
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| And glass and spire and dust
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| One to the floor at dawn with lips tied and drawn
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| Sleepless nights spent, with angels heaven sent
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| Stay with me, lay with me, lay down by my side
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| Stay with me, lay with me, take me deep inside
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| Lay with me, stay with me, lay with me
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| Stay, with me
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| Stay, with me
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| All of us lying there in the dreams
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| Speak of days and another place
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| I wander as the gypsy under a beckoning moon
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| Speak of time, and another face
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| They would in languid cry a fleeting furtive sigh
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| From the cradle to the grave love to desire and crave
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| Stay with me, lay with me, lay down by my side
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| Stay with me, lay with me, take me deep inside
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| Lay with me, stay with me, lay with me
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| Stay, with me
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| Stay, with me
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| I’ll laugh for you, and I’ll dance for you
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| But don’t ask me to shed any tears when I have to go
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| You are a joy and a pleasure to love and to hold
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| Your promises, are as pure as the driven snow
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| Passing shapes in the night the touch distraut and light
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| As you brightly shine, your love tonight is mine
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| Stay with me, lay with me, lay down by my side
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| Stay with me, lay with me, take me deep inside
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| Lay with me, stay with me, lay with me
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| Stay, with me
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| Stay, with me |