| I know, I know that I could live
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| In whatever house you choose to build
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| And I will model myself on it
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| And wait for you alone
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| While you are out making a life for us
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| I will stay and watch the days go past
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| And I’ll see how the plants advance
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| And they turn on what they know
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| Now there is rosemary where previously
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| No rosemary was shown
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| They have aerials, they feed from me
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| And they grow and grow and grow
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| Now I am shifting into greenery
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| Now the pipes are running bone
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| And you might think I was a house
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| But I’m a woman, a woman
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| 'Come back, come back' before, you said
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| 'Come back so you can see
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| There are roses in the flowerbeds
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| Where there never used to be'
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| And all my days are
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| Fading into these
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| Walls you made of us
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| But I don’t want to be
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| The queen in a century of sleep
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| I know, I know that I believe
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| In whatever brings you joy from me
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| But I swept until I couldn’t sweep
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| And this house is still alive
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| Now I have to find a dress, have to buy a dress
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| Have to sew the dress 'til the pieces mesh
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| And I don’t think I’m ready yet
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| And I haven’t got the time
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| Now there is rosemary where previously
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| There was no rosemary
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| They have aerials, they feed from me
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| And they tease and tease and tease
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| Now I am shifting into scenery
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| Now the pipes are running bleach
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| And you might think I was a house
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| But I’m a woman, a woman
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| But you say, don’t be afraid
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| And you try to explain
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| How the best that we can hope and hope to gain
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| Is to love and then be loved
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| Is to have and then to hold
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| 'Til we age and then grow old
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| And all my days are
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| Fading into these
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| Walls you made of us
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| But I don’t want to be
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| And all my days are
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| Fading into these
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| Walls you made of us
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| But I don’t want to be
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| The queen in a century of sleep
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| But I know that I believe
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| In whatever makes you pleased
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| In whatever brings you joy, from me |