Hey...girl
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Take out the dagger
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And let's have a stab at the sexual revolution
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Hey girl
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Let freedom for all be our rallying call
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Tomorrow lets make...our new resolution
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Yeah, but tonight lie still
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While I plunder your sweet grave
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And remember
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Only the poor can be saved
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Hey girl
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As I've always said I prefer your lips red
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Not what the good Lord made
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But what he intended
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Hey girl
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Don't point the finger at me
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I am only a rat in a maze like you
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And onlly the dead go free
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So...please hold my hand
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As we blundre through the maze
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And remember
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Nothing can grow without rain
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(Thunder)
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Don't point
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Don't point your finger at me
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I woke in a fever
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The bedclothes were all soaked in sweat
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She said "You've been having a nightmare
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And it's not over yet"
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Then she picked up the doggy in the window
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(The one with the waggly tail)
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And she put him to bed between two bits of bread
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4.41 AM (Sexual Revolution)
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| Roger Waters |
