I have overloved you and overseen you
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and now you're refusing the gifts that I bring you
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My hands have been clasping my hot head and asking
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"If she submits to me, will she be my property?"
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You may be bleeding but you're not dying
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though you are dying to go
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Stop teasing me
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I'm not seeing you leaving me
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Here is a party full of my friends
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and here is a cup being filled up to be drunk again
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We are just starting luxurious lives
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to be drunkards and diddymen
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making Gulf wars and battered wives.
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Now I may be pleading
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but there's no love nor fear in my eyes
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Just greediness
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I'm not seeing this sleeping dog lie.
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I am the wild horses who will drag you away
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I am the locked door who can make you stay
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And I will act the man in almost anyway I can
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So I can keep keep keep you.
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So wake up you pretty thing to a wonderful home
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Where we while away the happy Saturdays
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between the television and the telephone
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And I stroke your head just to feel what I own
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whispering
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"Will you be my property, and not my disability?"
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And why are you craving
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To be free from love's slavery
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Stop teasing me
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Love's not letting go.
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I am the child calling you to come back and play
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I am the concert hall in which you hear me say
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I'll act a man in almost anyway I can
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So I can keep keep keep you even though you may not understand
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I am the bee and you are the pollen
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I am the keeper you are the lion
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I am the holes down which you would have fallen
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If I had not been the hand who came and beckoned you
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(And I'm not seeing this sleeping dog lie)
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Maybe
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You were born wrong
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But why am I picking holes in you
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when it's holes that we all come from?
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Maybe I was born strong
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To stop love from overtaking me
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To stop love from living too long.
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And you may be bleeding
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and leading me to the blood flow
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But sleep tight tonight lions
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This keeper's never letting go.
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Keepers
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Del Amitri |