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We sat under London skies on
A perfect June day.
I touched her hand
And whispered our names.
And all of the birds flew by and
The clouds blow away
The rose oil in her hair
And her infinite craze.
These are the thoughts
That take me
To a different place.
There are the words
That take me
To a different place.
And I gave her
A rose from my garden
And the petals
Blow away.
They look like confetti
On her
Beautiful face.
These are the thoughts
That take me
To a different place.
There are the words
That take me
To a different place.
These are the thoughts
That take me
To a different place.
There are the words
That take me
To a different place.
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Didn't I try
To love her?
Didn't I paint
Pictures of her?
Didn't I try
To change?
I shouldn't have bothered.
Didn't I buy
The ocean for her?
Didn't I wear
The colour (?)
Didn't I feel
The wind?
Didn't I plead?
She is strange
And sullen.
She is
Like cherry blossom.
She is
The Empress.
Didn't I kneel
Before her?
Didn't I follow
Her orders?
Didn't I clean
Her shit?
Didn't I fall?
Didn't I climb
The ladder?
Didn't I smile
For the cameras?
Didn't I feel
The wind?
Didn't I plead? (? bleed)
She is strange
And sullen.
She is
Like cherry blossom.
She is
The Empress.
She is strange
And sullen.
With lips
Like cherry blossom.
She is
The Empress.
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Take a look at us
Hate where there was lust
The trip like honey
But lust don't mean a thing
When all we do is shout and scream
It's almost funny
We're like clowns
Tumbled into town now
Love is on its way down now
It's such a lonely sound
Mouths that once exchanged
Kisses in the rain
Are full of pain now
It all seems so absurd
When every sentence and every word
Is so painful
We're like clowns
Tumbled into town now
Love is on its way down now
It's such a lonely sound
We're just clowns
Faces with painted frowns now
Love is on its way down now
We are only
We are only clowns
We're just clowns
Tumbling into town now
Sat on a merry-go-round now
Such a lonely sound
Clowns, faces with painted frowns now
Love is on its way down now
It's such a lonely sound
Such a lonely sound
Such a lonely sound
Such a lonely sound
Such a lonely sound
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Don't tap against my window.
Don't listen at my wall.
Don't ask for information.
'Cos the answer's always no.
Collect me
From the station.
The blank departure
Board.
We'll talk in
Chinese whispers.
While the snow
Begins to fall
Painting Easter(?)
With the cold(?)
I don't need you
But I want you.
I don't want you
But I need you.
Ho-ho-ho.
Ho-ho-ho.
There is blossom
In the garden
On the magnolia
Tree.
The ivy's
Taking over
Where you planted
Rosemary
Where you planted
Rosemary.
I don't need you
But I want you.
I don't want you
But I need you.
Ho-ho-ho
Ho-ho-ho
Ho-ho-ho
Ho-ho-ho
Ho-ho-ho
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With your mauve
Pillow.
And your laddered tights
With your neat
Covers.
And your midnight
Eyes.
With your sisters in
The suburbs.
With your ballerina's
Grace.
You smile and
I am blessed.
You laugh and
I am possessed.
You climb
The clouds caress.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.
With your grey
Denim.
And your hostile(?)
life.
With your teeth
Missing.
And you mystic eyes.
With your tenderness
And trouble.
With your son
Against your breast.
You smile and
I am blessed.
You laugh and
I am possessed.
You climb
The clouds caress.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.
You smile and
I am blessed.
You lie and
I am dust.
And you ride
London's wilderness.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.
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We light the oil
And touch the beads.
The naked feel
Of rosary .
The fall of morning
On the lands.
The smell of incense
On our hands.
We kneel
Before the open grave.
And light
The candles with our pain.
Because all things
Will change.
Because they stay the same
We live again
We learn
The consequence of sin.
We roll our eyes
And touch our skin.
We feel
Eternity expressed
With every word,
With every breath.
We kneel
Before the open grave.
And light
The candles with our pain.
Because the seasons
Change.
Because they stay the same
We live again.
We kneel
Before the open grave.
And light
The candles with our pain.
Because all things
Will change.
And as your God explains,
We live again.
We live again.
We live again.
We live again.
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You flick your mane and click your fingers again
And draw me back, you call my name
And like a fool, I run right back to you
And dance along to your latest tune
And when the lands slides
And when the planets die
That's when I come back, when I come back to you
And when the sun cools
And when the stars fall
That's when I come back, when I come back to you
You roll those eyes and trap my hand in your thighs
It's slavery but in disguise
'Cos like a fool, I come right back to you
There's nothing else that I can do
And when the pigs fly
And when the planets die
That's when I come back, when I come back to you
And when the sun cools
And when the stars fall
That's when I come back, when I come back to you
And when the lands slides
And when the planets die
That's when I come back, when I come back to you
And when the sun cools
And when the stars fall
That's when I come back, when I come back to you
And when the war machines
Rust eternally
That's when I come back, when I come back to you
And when your heart bleeds
For a love that's dead like me
That's when I come back, when I come back to you...
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I think
I'll call her number
Just one time.
If she calls back,
I don't care.
She won't mind.
I think
I kept her details
In my phone.
If I've lost them
I don't mind.
She won't know.
I think
I'll call her.
Make amends
Perfect strangers
On a knife edge.
All it takes is
One excuse
To end the date.
Once the teams
Were introduced,
Slipped away.
I think
I'll call her.
Make amends
Perfect strangers
On a knife edge.
I think
I miss her
And her pets
Perfect strangers
On a knife edge.
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As I sit and watch The summertime,
And the shadow of The cranes.
By the branches of The cedar tree
And the beating of The day.
You are the rose Within my soul.
You are the reason Why the wind blows.
By the meeting of The roads
I will hold you In my arms again.
And we'll sit under The cedar tree
As the city Fades away.
By the places Where the blossom falls
And the shadow of The cranes.
You are the rose Within my soul,
You are the reason Why the rain flows.
By the meeting of The roads
I will hold you In my arms again.
By the branches of The cedar tree,
There's a bench Beside the lake.
Take the bridge Over the Serpentine,
And I'll see you Once again
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So you're back again
Here within my range
Sweet as vanilla, you're
Cold as Canada
Painting those lips
Holding those hips
Dialing my number
With your fingertips
Taking that risk
Painting those lips
Dialing my number
With your fingertips
So you're back again
Eyes full of endless rage
Sweet as a melody
Cold as symmetry
Painting those lips
Taking that risk
Dialing my number
With your fingertips
Holding those hips
Painting those lips
Dialing my number
With your fingertips
So you're back again
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