Her love is hot, but mine is not
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This woman is a perfumed breeze
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Greek Gods recline on her knees
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I'd freeze the sun to kiss her ear
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It all makes up the visions I call Domino
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It all makes up the visions I call Domino
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Right now
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A suit of doubt she gave to me
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In return I cried a sea
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Of poet's tears and something more
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I camped outside her velvet doors
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Love's a freak and it moves fast
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My marble dream it could not last
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Now every time this girl I see
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She tries to chain me to her tree
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Visions of Domino
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| Marc Bolan and T. Rex |
