| I saw you standing there
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| Mono brow, long black hair
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| Dance like Frida Kahlo
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| Your dance was so alone, so alone
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| When you shook
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| Your hips
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| The fire climbed up your spine
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| And spread into your hair
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| For as far as I can see
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| We were carved from the same tree
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| Two lonely refugees
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| Trying hard just to get home
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| One husband and one wife
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| A place to hang one’s life
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| Two kids to help us grow
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| In space we’re not alone
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| Four walls one lid one home
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| A box to call our own
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| Some stuff to fill the place
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| Five bins to remove the waste
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| For as far as I can see
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| We were carved from the same tree
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| Two lonely refugees
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| Trying hard just to get home
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| For as far as I can tell
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| We were drawn from the same well
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| The same visions the same dreams
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| Hoping for ecstasy
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| Set a mattress on the floor
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| Put Chubb locks on the doors
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| Velvet curtains dimmer lights
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| Wooden floors and walls off-white
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| Log on the fire paintings on the walls
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| Prints of stars and waterfalls
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| Brand new set of global knives
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| Photos of friends and family life
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| For as far as I can see
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| We were carved from the same tree
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| Two lonely refugees
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| Trying hard just to get home
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| For as far as I can tell
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| We were rung from the same bell
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| Mix of minor major chords
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| Full of hope and human flaws
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| Your dance was so alone, so alone
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| And when you shook
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| Your hips
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| The fire climbed up your spine
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| And spread into your hair
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| The fire climbed up your spine
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| And spread into your hair
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| The fire climbed up your spine
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| And spread into your hair |