As the sun was coming up on the Danube, the hotel room was alive
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it's heart was beating hard as thunder, there were three of us
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there for the night
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and we were talking about the magnificent River of Strauss
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we were saying that nothing is sacred, it's everything else
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We put a match to a candle and watched it flicker and spark
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we just stared at ourselves until we couldn't keep our tired
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eyelids apart
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then someone (I think it was me) said: "Somehow this is rich,
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"we're sitting here on thr Danube and nobody noticed the
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Blue Water Bitch"
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Ohh la la, it's fun to be so kitsch
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We went out to the balcony, the Danube a glorius flame
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we tookpolaroid pictures and swore that we're never again going
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to be the same
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It was a moment when nothing was stirring save these two and me
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and the clouds were beginning to gather and crash overhead from
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the glorius sea
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We swayed to and fro and talked of Michaelangelo
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and of how there was too much beauty here to take it in one go
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then from a corner a tap on the door put the room in a flood
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there was God in my mind but the problem was water - not blood !
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Ohh la la , it's fun to drink of blood
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They ran around me, demented, white lightning flashed in their heads
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i was getting bewildered, put on my armour, I was scared of
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attack from the reds
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and with a pound lodged in mu nose I felt kind of rich and serene
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i yelled: " Lenny, come quick, get the other boy, take him out
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of this scene !"
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When he disappeared, there was only Lenny and me
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and we hit on a thousand subjects at once in spite of the dusky
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beat
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then Lenny opened his eye for a second and pulled down the blind
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saying: "Go if you must but you know you'll always be easy
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to find"
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Ohh la la, it's fun to make it blind
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We heard Phaedre speak of the Philistines of Paris
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but she talked to herself like a Parasite so we both struggled
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free
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I said: "Zizi Jeanmaire wouldn't take this and neither will we
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"If they call me Napoleon again I'll be forced to let the lion
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free
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"I'll tear down all the paper walls they hide behind
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"I'll be damned if I'll take much more of this, I'm beginning
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to see the signs"
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then I glanced at Lenny and saw that my confidante was beginning
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to jest
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well, he came out of my subconscious and that's where i put him
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away to rest
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Ohh la la, it's so fun to be depressed
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I can't get over my beginnings, I can't imagine my end
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I want to escape this wilderness I'm living in, I want to be
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somebody's friend
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I could do with a little peace, O Lord, and my heart cries out
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for love
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but to realise all of one's fantasies hasgot to be too much
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NOTHING IS SACRED (IT'S EVERYTHING ELSE)
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Steve Harley |