I know, I know that I could live
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In whatever house you choose to build,
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And I will model myself on it,
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And wait for you alone
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While you are out making a life for us,
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I will stay and watch the days go past,
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And I'll see how the plants advance,
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And they turn on what they know.
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Now there is rosemary where previously
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No rosemary was shown,
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They have aerials they feed from me,
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And they grow and grow and grow.
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Now I am turning into scenery,
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Now the pipes are running bone,
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And you might think I was a house
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But I'm a woman, a woman.
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Come back, come back just like you said,
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Come back so you can see.
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There are roses in the flowerbeds,
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Where they never used to be.
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And all my days are
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Fading into these
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Walls you made us,
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But I don't want to be
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The queen, in a century of sleep
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I know, I know that I believe,
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In whatever brings you joy from me,
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But I've swept until I couldn't sweep,
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And this house is still alive.
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Now I have to find a dress,
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Have to buy a dress
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Have to sew it 'til the pieces mesh,
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And I don't think I'm ready yet,
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And I haven't got the time.
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Now there is rosemary where previously,
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There was no rosemary.
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They have aerials, they feed from me,
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And they tease and tease and tease,
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Now I am shifting into greenery,
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Now the pipes are running bleach,
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And you might think I was a house,
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But I'm a woman, a woman.
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But you say don't be afraid.
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And you try to explain,
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That the best that we can hope and hope to gain,
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Is to love and then be loved,
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Is to have and then to hold,
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'Til we age and then grow old.
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And all my days are
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Fading into these
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Walls you made us,
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But I don't want to be,
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And all my days are
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Fading into these
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Walls you made us,
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But I don't want to be
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The queen,
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In the century of sleep,
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But I know that I believe
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In whatever makes you pleased,
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In whatever brings you joy, from me.
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A Woman, A Woman, A Century Of Sleep
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| Emmy the Great & Tim Wheeler |
