Well I'm looking at her from a rock &
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roll tower
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With the windows, its eyes
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And its black stained sides that can't
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be climbed
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"cause they're slick as wet glass
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And the gate lets the force out, but thru
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"none shall pass"
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But when I'm with you it's just me in my time
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Guess I've taken some form
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Who knows which time around
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But one of the reasons is to unite me
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with you
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I'm sure of that baby, if a heart tells the truth
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Is it the Winged Bull
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Or the horns of Old Pan
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There's Ra unto Isis
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There's woman to man
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Sun and the moon
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Minus and plus
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Zero equals two
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In love and in us
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Wings of fire and me in my time
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Taking the form making this sound
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It's all of the reasons that unite me with you
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I'm sure of that baby
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If a heart tells the truth
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Heart tells the truth
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Winged Bull
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| Hall & Oates |
