| Let me inside you
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| Into your room
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| I’ve heard it’s lined
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| With the things you don’t show
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| Lay me beside you
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| Down on the floor
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| I’ve been your lover
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| From the womb to the tomb
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| I dress as your daughter
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| When the moon becomes round
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| You’ll be my mother
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| When everything’s gone
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| She will always carry on
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| Somethin' is lost, somethin' is found
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| They will keep on speaking her name
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| Some things changed, some stay the same
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| Keep beckoning to me
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| From behind that closed door
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| The maiden, the mother
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| And the crone that’s grown old
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| I hear your voice
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| Coming out of that hole
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| I listen to you
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| And I want some more
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| I listen to you
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| And I want some more
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| She will always carry on
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| Somethin' is lost, somethin' is found
|
| They will keep on speaking her name
|
| Some things changed, some stay the same
|
| She will always carry on
|
| Somethin' is lost, somethin' is found
|
| They will keep on speaking her name
|
| Some things changed, some stay the same
|
| Let me inside you
|
| Into your room
|
| I’ve heard it’s lined
|
| With the things, you don’t show
|
| Lay me beside you
|
| Down on the floor
|
| I’ve been your lover
|
| From the womb to the tomb
|
| I’ve dress as your daughter
|
| When the moon becomes round
|
| You’ll be my mother
|
| When everything’s gone
|
| And she will always carry on
|
| Somethin' is lost, somethin' is found
|
| They will keep on speaking her name
|
| Some things changed, some stay the same
|
| She will always carry on
|
| Somethin' is lost, somethin' is found
|
| They will keep on speaking her name
|
| Some things changed, some stay the same
|
| And she will always carry on
|
| Somethin' is lost, somethin' is found
|
| They will keep on speaking her name
|
| Some things changed, some stay the same |