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The jewel, the prize |
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Looking into your eyes |
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Cool pools drown your mind |
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What else will you find |
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I hear a rumour-it was just a rumour |
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I heard a rumour-what have you done to her |
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Myriad lights-they said i'd be impressed arabian knights-at your primitive best |
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A tourist oasis-reflects in seedy sunshades a monstrous oil tanker |
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It's wound bleeding in seas |
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I heard a rumour-what have you done to her i heard a rumour-what have you done to her |
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Veiled behind screens |
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Kept as your baby machine |
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Whilst you conquer more orifices |
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Of boys, goats and things |
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Ripped out sheeps eyes-no forks or knives |
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Myriad lights-they said i'd be impressed arabian knights-at your primitive best |
