Every night he´d come to me
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I´d cook for him, I´d pour his tea
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I was in my thirties then
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Had made some money
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Lived with men
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We´d lay us down to give and get
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Beneath the white mosquito net
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And since no counting had begun
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We lived a thousand years in one
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The candles burned
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The moon went down
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The polished hill
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The milky town
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Transparent, weightless, luminous
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Uncovering the two of us
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On that fundamental ground
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Where love´s unwilled, unleashed, unbound
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And half the perfect world is found
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Half The Perfect World
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| Madeleine Peyroux |
