My brother, my sister, my lover, my maker
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Did someone here fa[d]e it, someone here fake it
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Did someone here take it, someone here make it
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Someone here steal it, someone here lease it
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Under the table where we used to take it
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The briar, the bracken, the ebb flow
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The "Cold Shoulder" trilogy
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I've been seen crossing
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Somebody else's mind
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So I'm dreaming, let's start at the endings
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Of love & sex, it's a strange one, often a staged one
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Oh, maybe we can get it on the run
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The story is a new one, it's based on a re-run
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You wouldn't have known it if I hadn't brought it up
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Oh, maybe we should just let it go
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Oh no
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I've been seen crossing
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Somebody else's mind
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Nothing is sacred and I cannot shake it
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This feeling of loss when the daytime is crossed
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By the sight of night, the sharp moonlight
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Dyes the sky
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And I'm wondering now if you got my last call
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Or was the music too loud when you let out the hounds
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Oh, maybe you should come and see my show
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I hope not
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I've been seen crossing
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Somebody else's mind
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I love you so
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(Boiling some water to kill myself)
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I love you so
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(Boiling some water to kill myself)
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Let it be known
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(Boiling some water to kill myself)
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Let it be known
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(Boiling some water to kill myself)
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(repeat)
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You went across my heart
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You've been crossing my mind
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Nothing is sacred and I cannot shake it
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This feeling of loss when the daytime is crossed by
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This feeling of loss when the daytime is crossed by
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This feeling of loss when the daytime is crossed...
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The Maker
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| Martha Wainwright |
