| You look different every time
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| You come from the foam — crested brine
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| It’s your skin shining softly in the moonlight
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| Partly fish, partly porpoise
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| Partly baby sperm whale
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| Am I yours? |
| Are you mine to play with?
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| Joking apart, when you’re drunk
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| You’re terrific when you’re drunk
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| I like you mostly late at night, you’re quite alright
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| But I can’t understand the different you in the morning
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| When it’s time to play a being human for a while
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| We smile… we smile… we smile
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| You’ll be different in the spring, I know
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| You’re a seasonal beast
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| Like the starfish that drift in with the tide, with the tide
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| So until your blood runs to meet the next fullmoon
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| Your madness fits in nicely with my own, with my own
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| Your lunacy fits neatly with my own
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| My very own
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| We’re not alone |