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Del Amitri - Keepers lyrics
I have overloved you and overseen you and now you're refusing the gifts that I bring you My hands have been clasping my hot head and asking "If she submits to me, will she be my property?" You may be bleeding but you're not dying though you are dying to go Stop teasing me I'm not seeing you leaving me Here is a party full of my friends and here is a cup being filled up to be drunk again We are just starting luxurious lives to be drunkards and diddymen making Gulf wars and battered wives. Now I may be pleading but there's no love nor fear in my eyes Just greediness I'm not seeing this sleeping dog lie. I am the wild horses who will drag you away I am the locked door who can make you stay And I will act the man in almost anyway I can So I can keep keep keep you. So wake up you pretty thing to a wonderful home Where we while away the happy Saturdays between the television and the telephone And I stroke your head just to feel what I own whispering "Will you be my property, and not my disability?" And why are you craving To be free from love's slavery Stop teasing me Love's not letting go. I am the child calling you to come back and play I am the concert hall in which you hear me say I'll act a man in almost anyway I can So I can keep keep keep you even though you may not understand I am the bee and you are the pollen I am the keeper you are the lion I am the holes down which you would have fallen If I had not been the hand who came and beckoned you (And I'm not seeing this sleeping dog lie) Maybe You were born wrong But why am I picking holes in you when it's holes that we all come from? Maybe I was born strong To stop love from overtaking me To stop love from living too long. And you may be bleeding and leading me to the blood flow But sleep tight tonight lions This keeper's never letting go. |
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