If only we could go for a drink in a bar

Or talk about the meaning of life for ever

Travel in time and go to gigs

In Africa, Moscow, and of course, Paris,

Swim in the sea and drink champagne

Or drink beer in Hebden.

But we can’t because some freemason invented marriage

To trick you into selling your soul to one person

She’s yours anyway you didn’t need to sign the piece of paper

And you’re hers even if you love me too

Neither of you belong to the freemason

So cut all ties

And send them through the violet flame to clean them up

I’m dancing

Vibing off you dancing

When you’re deep in my soul

You’re all mine.

Back to the source

Clean our soul…..

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