| I can see the turning of the key
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| I’ve been deceived by the clown inside of me
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| I thought that he was righteous but he’s vain
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| Oh, something’s a-telling me I wear the ball and chain
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| My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost
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| He’s always off somewhere when I need him most
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| The Spanish moon is rising on the hill
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| But my heart is a-tellin' me I love ya still
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| I come back to the town from the flaming moon
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| I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon
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| I love to see you dress before the mirror
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| Won’t you let me in your room one time 'fore I finally disappear?
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| Everybody’s wearing a disguise
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| To hide what they’ve got left behind their eyes
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| But me, I can’t cover what I am
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| Wherever the children go I’ll follow them
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| I march in the parade of liberty
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| But as long as I love you I’m not free
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| How long must I suffer such abuse
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| Won’t you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose?
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| I’ve given up the game, I’ve got to leave
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| The pot of gold is only make-believe
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| The treasure can’t be found by men who search
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| Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church
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| We sat in an empty theater and we kissed
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| I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list
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| My head tells me it’s time to make a change
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| But my heart is telling me I love ya but you’re strange
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| One more time at midnight, near the wall
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| Take off your heavy makeup and your shawl
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| Won’t you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
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| Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it |