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(fish / marillion)
To be the prince of possession in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscrete discretions and you ask me to relent
As you accumulate flirtations with the calculated calmness of the whore
Of the whore
I am the harlequin - diamonded costume dripping shades of green
I am the harlequin - sense strangers violate my sanctuary
Prowl my dreams
My dreams, and they're my dreams, they're my dreams
Plundering your diaries, i'll steal your thoughts innocence
Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots innocence
What a surprise
Innocence, what a surprise
Innocence
To don the robes of torquemada, res
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