| You talks as if in riddles
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| You talk as if in rhymes
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| Down in the lion’s lair
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| Stroke yourself to feel so fine
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| And what are you afraid of
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| Afraid to get so touched
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| When you begin to feel
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| Is it way, way too much
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| Have you lost your sense of purpose
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| And who can stand alone
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| There’s no more circus here
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| There’s nothing carved in stone
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| I see you down in the desert
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| And on a lonely beach
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| I’ll hold you in those places
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| Where no one else can reach you
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| For comfort there
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| In your wildest dreams
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| We can talk until we say something
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| It don’t mean a thing
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| I will be there
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| When you come back down oh yeah
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| I’ll hold you in the desert
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| And on a lonely beach
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| I’ll hold you in these places
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| Where no one else can reach you
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| The words cannot reveal this
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| Nothing’s carved in stone
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| So maybe don’t hide around it
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| This is something you can own
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| I want you when you’re bad
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| I want you when you’re good
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| I want you when you won’t
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| And when you think you should
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| I want you when you’re angry
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| And when you come back down
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| I’ll hold you above water
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| When you think that you might drown
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| Go under
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| I look back in
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| And you’ll be smiling once again
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| I turn around
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| Just as the sun comes shining in on you
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| We have not lost
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| But just begun
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| In your wildest dreams
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| We can talk until we say something
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| It don’t mean a thing
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| For now and ever
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| We’ve just begun |