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Pluck my silver stream |
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From your eye and thigh |
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And breathe in |
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And I can see through me |
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I can see through me |
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Pluck |
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My silver stream |
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From your eye and thigh |
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And breathe in |
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Tuck |
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That feeling in |
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As you gather up your clothes |
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This hotel's been too kind |
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Turn me blind, and a blind eye to my wretched kind |
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I'm no mystery to you no more |
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On this hollow floor |
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Pluck |
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My silver stream |
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From your eye and thigh |
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And breathe in |
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Tuck |
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(I can see through you) |
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That feeling in |
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(I can see through you) |
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As you pluck |
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(Hmmm) |
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My silver stream |
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(Hmmm) |
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And pluck |
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(I can see through you) |
|
My silver stream |
|
(I can see through you) |
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From your eye and thigh |
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(Hmmm) |
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And breathe in |
|
(Hmmm) |
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Tuck |
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(I can see through you) |
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That feeling in |
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(I can see through you) |
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As you pluck |
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(Hmmm) |
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My silver stream |
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(Hmmm) |
