| Leant down in a daze
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| Pictures in my face
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| Reflections deep inside me Send shivers down my spine, to guide me A woman, not alone
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| Blushingly stripped to the bone
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| Now I see, I never knew
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| She always looked askew
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| All this seems to be delusion
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| It must have been an odd illusion
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| All this feeds my inner urge to go
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| I know, it’s growing deep inside me This show, the mindless thrall
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| I know, your grinning might misguide me I know the weakest goes to the wall
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| Leant down in shame
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| An older man, so lame
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| Shivering, full of wine
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| By the shore line
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| Stream’s fast, don’t fight
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| At last, release the plight
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| It’s clear, without a strife
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| I see my own life
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| All this seems to be delusion
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| It must have been an odd illusion
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| All this feeds my inner urge to go
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| I know, it’s growing deep inside me This show, the mindless thrall
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| I know, your grinning might misguide me I know the weakest goes to the wall
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| Flint, struck, gives no spark at all
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| Women, touched, give no warmth for all
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| A child, lost, has gone to the wall
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| I know, it’s growing deep inside me This show, the mindless thrall
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| I know, your grinning might misguide me I know the weakest goes to the wall
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| I know, it’s growing deep inside me This show, the mindless thrall
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| I know, your grinning might misguide me I know the weakest goes to the wall, yeah |