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The jewel, the prize Looking into your eyes Cool pools drown your mind What else will you find
I hear a rumour-it was just a rumour I heard a rumour-what have you done to her
Myriad lights-they said 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 said i'd be impressed arabian knights-at your primitive best
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