Originally Posted by marillion:
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Little baby nothing
Sexually free, made-up to breakup
Assassinated beauty
Moths broken up, quenched at last
The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by
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In the arms of another who doesn't mean anything to you
There's nothing much to discover
Does he shake, Does he shiver as he sidles up to you
Like I did in my time?
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