| You don’t need me anymore, you don’t need me anymore
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| You don’t need me anymore, you don’t need me anymore
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| Casting stones after dark, up to my neck
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| Casting stones after dark, endless night
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| Days and seasons, years and eons
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| Turn of the phrase, up in the blaze
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| Days and seasons, years and eons
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| Turn of the phrase, up in the blaze
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| Bringing me back home to you
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| Horses on a carousel, synchronous in ups and downs
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| As if the moons of Jupiter were fading in the western sun
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| Say the word and I will take your hand
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| Say the word, I’ll be more than a man
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| I hear the music from the carousel hovering above our heads
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| (In a storm cloud)
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| Cast shadows over us, temporarily eclipse our worries
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| (We've been) We’ve been waiting for the plot, waiting for the plot to thicken
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| And I’m threadbare, and way too proud
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| To give it up and turn around now
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| All these years, we’re going strong
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| Hollywood Babylon
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| Say the word and I will take your hand
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| Say the word, I’ll be more than a man
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| Snowdonia, we’ll make our escape
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| Snowdonia, who rewinds the tapes?
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| Snowdonia, the stars blink when you laugh
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| The seasons revolve around your magnet’s coil |