Watch her out there on display
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Dancing in her sleepy way
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While all her visions start to play
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On the icicles of our decay.
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Fading flowers in her hair
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She's suffering from wear and tear
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She lies in waterfalls of dreams
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And never questions what it means.
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And all along the desert shore
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She wanders further evermore
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The only thing that's left to try¡¦
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She says to live I have to die.
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She whispers sadly well I might
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And holds herself so very tight
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Then jumping from an unknown height
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She merges with the liquid night.
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Lovers wrap her mist in furs
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And tell her what she has is hers
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But when they take her by the hand
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She slips back in the desert sand.
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But what she leaves is made of glass
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And lovers worship as they pass
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Each one says - now she is mine
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But all drink solitary wine.
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(Drink it to Marlene)
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Decadence
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| Kevin Ayers |
