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Sometimes you're dressed in Castillian vogue Othertimes you speak with a full Scottish brogue Ruthless, relentless, pursuing your defenseless quarry Now you say you've been following me through my lives and deaths From the very first tears to the last failing breaths You clean up the mess, you say "I must confess" you say "I'm sorry" Some say they've seen you outside of my door During dark, rainy nights when the light is so poor Maybe they're mistaken, or maybe you're just faking evidence They think you're a man with the body of a libertine Skin that's so white, clean daylight has never seen I wonder if you're punishment, or prison or just providence You say "Why, why, why Why, why, why Why, why, why Don't you love me?" How you danced with the outlaws in the old, wild west Carried a derringer under your vest I know with a sneer you claim to have been Guinevere But I am not Lancelot, I was never King Arthur I say once again "I'm not the man that you're after" That was a different man, he ain't been here SongtexteYou were there in Florence as I painted the ceiling On that old river boat, saw the hands I was dealing Were you there the night I discovered LSD? You held my hand through the Straits of Magellan At the medicine shore, snake-oil you were selling Wasn't that you? Wasn't that me? On the brink of the moon, at the foot of the Andes The mouth of the river, as we washed in the Ganges Pulled the arrow out my eye at Hastings You washed my brow as I lay in a fever You were the fulcrum, I was the lever I'm not a believer, it's just all your time you are wasting You're a prisoner in a tower, a damsel in distress Love hold us in thrall, my eternal mistress You've been wife, my lover, my sister, my mother, my maid My partner, my consort, my bit on the side My darling, my sweetheart, my hope and my pride And all because of some stupid lyrics on "The Blurred Crusade" Aus Songtexte Mania