(P. Beloved/ J. Greaves)
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From the window of our honeymoon
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The night looks a mite bizarre
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They're burning us in effigy
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And smoke's blots out the stars
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They're torturing our servants
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By the light of an armoured car
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Please don't ask if it's the end of the line
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As I never could see that far
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Tonight I'd rather look at you
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How beautiful you are
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If they ask you "what are lovers"
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Tell them "lovers are
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Set against the order
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We live outside the law"
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I'm no hero under torture
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I'll tell them all I heard and saw
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I saw everything in you, my love
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How beautiful you are
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[Solo]
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Through a broken telescope
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We focus on the stars
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I don't want my vision magnified
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I don't need to see that far
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From the window of our honeymoon
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Draw the curtains cross the bars
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Let's spare ourselves the spectacle
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The problem's theirs not ours
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Tonight I'd rather look at you
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How beautiful you are
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How beautiful you are
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How beautiful
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How beautiful
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How beautiful you are
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You are
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How Beautiful You Are
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| Leo Sayer |
