Softly softly I take you away
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Over a hill to a place far away
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As soon as you knew you were going away
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You packed up a subtle green bag
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And skipped into a dream
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Softly softly I arrive with you
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I have no idea what to do with you
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Surrounded by people who stare at you
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You unpacked your subtle green bag
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And fell into the pockets of the porters
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Softly softly you've spoken to me
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Softly softly you've found a way
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Softly softly you've turned my bed
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Into a battleground of lust
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Ah must you softly softly
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Softly softly I comb my hair
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I turn around and you comb your hair
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Every question sitting there
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You reached into your subtle green bag
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And brushed away the day
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Soft Murder
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| Marty Willson-Piper |
