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You’re up to something
As you slip in through the door.
Your eyes they seem like endless mirrors
In which I can’t see
My love.

Your love is quite something,
But I’m sleeping all the time.
The love you make, the pride you take
They never cease to grow.

They never cease to grow.

You’ve got to lay down, boy
And let yourself go.

Your love is worth nothing,
You’re just another boy.
The love you make, the pride you take
They never cease to grow.

They never cease to grow.

You’ve got to lay down, boy
And let yourself go.

What eyes can see can lead you wrong
Set your senses free for now and evermore
Let your mind go wild.

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