Well I¡¯m looking at her
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From a Rock¡¯n¡¯Roll tower
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With the windows, its eyes
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And its black stained sides
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That can¡¯t be climbed
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¡®Cause they¡¯re as slick as wet glass
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And the gate let¡¯s the force out, but thru
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¡°None shall pass¡±
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But when I¡¯m with you
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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 with you
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I¡¯m sure of that baby, if a heart tells the truth
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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 this form
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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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Hanoi Rocks |