Rare and precious chain --
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Do I have to tell you, tell you once again?
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Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you.
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Rare and precious chain --
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Binds me to your soul round gently pulsing veins.
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Shackled tight, feel love's bite coming back to you.
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No gold of fools.
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No hostage taking.
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No engagement rules.
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To leave you forsaken.
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Tiny beads of sweat --
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thin diamond glistening, glistening around your neck,
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forgotten rooms, dark catacombs
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they all come back to you.
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No crock of glittering prizes.
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No sharply worded telegram.
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No excuses for the word-weary.
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No excuses for who I am.
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It's a rare and precious chain.
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Around your neck I place it, place it once again.
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Drawn finger tight, feel love's bite coming back to you.
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Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you.
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Rare and precious chain.
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Rare And Precious Chain
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| Jethro Tull |
