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The jewel, the price
Looking into your eyes
Cool pools drawn your mind
What else you find
I hear a rumour - it was just a rumour
I heard a rumour - what have you done to her
Myriad lights - they sayd I'd be impressed
Arabian Knights - at your primitive best
A tourist oasis - reflects in seedy sunshades
A monstrous oil tanker it's wound bleeding in seas
I heard a rumour - what have you done to her
I heard a rumour - what have you done to her
Veiled behind screens
Kept as your baby machine
Whilst you conquer more orifices
Of boys, goats and things
Ripped out sheeps eyes - no forks or knives
Myriad lights - they sayd I'd be impressed
Arabian Knights - at your primitive best
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