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Like a diamond seeks the light
 Like a starling to the sky
 Like a newborn to the breast
 Like a martyr to the test
 Like green leaves to the sun
 You and I belong
 A king does to his realm
 A general to his men
 A moth does to the flame
 Or a queen to her domain
 La, la, la, la, la
 Like a battered T-shirt
 Suspended on the washing line
 My nerves are wrung
 Words have never been this difficult to say
 I drip-drop to dry in the afternoon sun
 Moods changing like colors
 I run, there's nowhere to run to
 Except back to you
 Like a diamond seeks to the light
 Like a starling to the sky
 Like a newborn to the breast
 Like a martyr to the test
 Like green leaves to the sun
 You and I belong
 A king does to his realm
 A general to his men
 A moth does to the flame
 Or a queen to her domain
 Ime fambe, iwe terere
 (I walk, you follow)
 Like a drum counts to the time
 My heart beats for you
 Two steps forward
 I take two steps back
 For you