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Leonard Cohen - Master Song
I believe that you heard your master sing
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When I was sick in bed
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I suppose that he told you everything
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That I keep locked away in my head
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Your master took you travelling
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Well at least that's what you said
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And now do you come back to bring
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Your prisoner wine and bread?
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You met him at some temple
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Where they take your clothes at the door
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He was just a numberless man in a chair
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Who'd just come back from the war
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And you wrap up his tired face in your hair
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And he hands you the apple core
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Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare
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Of all the kisses
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we put on some time before
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And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk
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With a collar of leather and nails
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And he never once made you explain or talk
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About all of the little details
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Such as who had a word and who had a rock
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And who had you through the mails
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Now your love is a secret all over the block
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And it never stops
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not even when your master fails
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And he took you up in his aeroplane
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Which he flew without any hands
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And you cruised above the ribbons of rain
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That drove the crowd from the stands
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Then he killed the lights in a lonely lane
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And an ape with angel glands
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Erased the final wisps of pain
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With the music of rubber bands
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And now I hear your master sing
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You kneel for him to come
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His body is a golden string
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That your body is hanging from
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His body is a golden string
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My body has grown numb
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Oh now you hear your master sing
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Your shirt is all undone
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And will you kneel beside this bed
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That we polished so long ago
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Before your master chose instead
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To make my bed of snow?
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Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red
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And you're speaking far too low
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No I can't make out what your master said
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Before he made you go
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Then I think you're playing far too rough
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For a lady who's been to the moon
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I've lain by this window long enough
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To get used to an empty room
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And your love is some dust in an old man's cuff
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Who is tapping his foot to a tune
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And your thighs are a ruin, you want too much
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Let's say you came back
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some time too soon
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I loved your master perfectly
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I taught him all that he knew
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He was starving in some deep mystery
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Like a man who is sure what is true
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And I sent you to him with my guarantee
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I could teach him something new
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And I taught him how you would long for me
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No matter what he said,
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no matter what you'd do
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I believe that you heard your master sing...
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