Dragon's Lair

Sunset Rubdown

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    I'm sorry that I'm late
    I went blind
    I got confetti in my eyes
    I was held up at yesterday's parties
    I was needed on the congo line

    But my dear, oh my dear
    I'd like to fight the good fight for another couple of years
    'cause to say the war is over is to say you are a widow

    You're not a widow yet!
    You're not a widow yet!
    You're not a widow yet!
    You're not a widow yet!

    So this one's for the critics and their disappointed mothers
    For the cupid and the hunter shooting arrows at each other
    Ain't no such thing as a saint,
    Ain't no such thing as a sinner, oh

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    There's a swan among the pigeons of Barcelona's floor
    There's a Samson with Delilahs lining up outside the door
    If you are sharpening your scissors
    I am sharpening my scissors,
    And I am sharpening my sword
    So you can take me to the dragon's lair
    Or you can take me to Rapunzel's windowsill
    Either way it is time for a bigger kind of kill…
    A bigger kind of kill.

    Oh I see your face when I close my eyes
    Oh I see the muscles in your legs from the way you always rise
    To the occasion of catching things that fall
    Like the statuettes on pedestals I tend to build too tall.
    But I have navigated Iceland
    I've laid my claim on Portugal
    I have seen into the wasteland
    Oh the future
    Oh the future of us all.

    i kicked up a whole country
    of dead, dead leaves last fall
    i kicked up a whole country
    of dead, dead leaves last fall
    Dead leaves
    Dead leaves
    Dead leaves
    Dead leaves
    Seen from the back of a train
    I rode away from your station
    They drifted in the air
    Like memoirs of old conversations
    Sprung from a leather case
    You opened in the wind
    To watch the papers chase each other
    Into oblivion

    (You're such a champion
    You're such a champion
    I hide behind your sun
    You are the champion) x3

    So you can take me to the dragon's lair
    You can take me to Rapunzel's windowsill
    Either way it is time, oh it is time
    For a bigger kind of kill…
    A bigger kind of kill

    A bigger kind of kill (x10)
    A bigger kind of kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
    A bigger kind of kill (x3)
    A bigger kind of kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

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