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She's my lifeblood, she's my secret share |
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Always been around this place |
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And when I call her |
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It's not long before she comes to where I'm calling from |
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Do I hate her? |
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Do I know her just to hate what she does? |
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Are you jealous? of the show we put on |
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Are you wary? |
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Is there justice? |
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Is there something which resembles pleasure? |
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And are you mammals? |
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Do you eat and drink the same as we do? |
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Oh!, it's OK, not to say |
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Is there time still? Time to forrage for a decent dinner here |
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Where we've settled |
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Where we've come to call the new century in |
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And when I wake up |
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I do not ask her |
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If she know just where we lay ourselves |
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It's better that way, and so it's this way |
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That we start our day to day |
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Oh!, it's OK, not say |
