I kissed her lips in a perfumed pavillion
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And all the subtleties that we could find
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Blowing grace notes through my mind
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Oh, but her hand brought such sweet pain
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The kiss, yet all powerful, saved face twice
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And turned your bad seed to grain
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Ripping the roots of my heart again
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I held her hand in an unchanging moment
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She was feeding me love like she was holding a spoon
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But her head was turned by a raging moon
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And she would be gone by the next afternoon
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Hollywood memories are made from times such as these
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But, I wouldn't feel sorry for me if I were you
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I will make some use of my pain
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I'll turn my hurt into a harvest rain
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She was aloof like the moon
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But warm like the sun
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I swore she'd love me
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'Til after the day was done
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But I was wrong...
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She was cool like ice
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But she felt like fire
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Never thought I'd see her love expire
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But now she's long gone
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(Gone away to another man's hideaway)
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I kissed her lips in a perfumed pavillion
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But I am not giving up on love
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I stand in a long tide openly...
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Stealing back moments I let slip away from me
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You know, peace of mind beats 2 aces easily
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As the cross currents of the ocean
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Reminds me of her motion
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The motion of my memories
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(The motion of my memories)
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Yeah
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Listen to me people
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I kissed her lips in a perfumed pavillion
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But I have not giving up on love
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But I have not giving up on love
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Love... sweet love... sweet love
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Perfumed Pavillion (The Motion Of My Memories)
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Terence Trent D'arby |