Sometimes you're dressed in Castillian vogue
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Other times you speak with a faux (false ?) Scottish brogue
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Ruthless, relentless, pursuing your defenseless quarry
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Now you say you've been following me through my lives and deaths
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From the very first tears to the last failing breaths
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You clean up the mess, you say "I must confess" you say "I'm sorry"
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Some say they've seen you outside of my door
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On dark, rainy nights when the light is so poor
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Maybe they're mistaken, or maybe you're just faking evidence
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They think you're a man with the body of a libertine
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Skin that's so white, clean daylight has never seen
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I wonder if you're punishment, or prison or just providence
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You say "Why, why, why
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Why, why, why
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Why, why, why
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Don't you love me?"
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How you danced with the outlaws in the old, wild west
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Carried a derringer under your vest
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I know with a sneer you claim to have been Guinivere
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But I am not Lancelot, I was never King Arthur
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I say once again "I'm not the man that you're after"
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That was a different man, he ain't been here
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You say "Why, why, why
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Why, why, why
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Why, why, why
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Don't you love me?"
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You were there in Florence as I painted the ceiling
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On that old river boat, saw the hands I was dealing
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Were you there the night I discovered LSD?
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You held my hand through the straights of Magellan
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At the medicine shore, snake-oil you were selling
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Wasn't that you? Wasn't that me?
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You say "Why, why, why
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Why, why, why
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Why, why, why
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Don't you love me?"
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On the brink of the moon, at the foot of the Andes
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The mouth of the river, as we washed in the Ganges
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Pulled the arrow out my eye at Hastings
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You washed my brow as I lay in a fever
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You were the fulcrum, I was the lever
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I'm not a believer, it's just all your time you are wasting
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You're a prisoner in a tower, a damsel in distress
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Love hold us in thrall, my eternal mistress
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You've been wife, my lover, my sister, my mother, my maid
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My partner, my consort, my bit on the side
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My darling, my sweetheart, my hope and my pride
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And all because of some stupid lyrics on "The Blurred Crusade"
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You say "Why, why, why
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Why, why, why
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Why, why, why
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Don't you love me?"
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Why Don't You Love Me
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| The Church |
