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Let me inside you, Into your room. I´ve heard it´s lined, With the things you don´t show. Lay me beside you, Down on the floor. I´ll be your lover, from the womb to the tomb. I´ll dress as your daughter, when the moon becomes round. You´ll be my mother, when everything´s gone. She will always carry on Something is lost, something is found. They will keep on speaking her name Some things change, some stay the same. |
Keep beckoning to me, From behind that closed door, The maiden, the mother, and the crone that´s grown old. I hear your voice, I listen to you, and I want some more. I listen to you, and I want some more. She will always carry on. Something is lost, something is found. They will keep on speaking her name, Some things change, some stay the same. |
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