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Orion,F#m won't you give mDe your star sign F#m E
F#mOrion, getD up on the sky-line F#m E
F#mI'm high oDn my hill and I feelF#m fine E
F#mOrion, letD's sip the heaven's F#mheady winEe
Am Orion, lFight your lights:come guGard the open spacAmes
F from the blGack horAmizon to the pilFlow where I liGe.
FYour faithful dFog shines brighter than Gits lEord and mAmaster
FYour jGewelled sword Amtwinkles as theF world rolls bGy.
AmSo come up singFing abovCe theC/B cloudy Amcover
FStare thrGough at peoAmple who toss fiFtful in their Gsleep.
FI know you're watchFing as the old gGent bEy the statiAmon
F scuffs his tGoes onAm old fag packets lyFing iGn the stAmreet E
F#mOrion, won't you Dgive me your star siF#mgn E
F#mOrion, getD up on the sky-line F#m E
F#mI'm high oDn my hill and I feelF#m fine E
F#mOrion, letD's sip the heaven's F#mheady winEe
Rest the same
And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro.
Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street,
their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest Chelsea.
Prime years fly fading with each young heart's beat
Orion, won't you make me a star sign
Orion, get up on the sky-line
I'm high on your love and I feel fine
Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine
And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus-stops
after sad parties: no-one to take them home
to greasy bed-sitters and make a late-night play
for lost virginity a thousand miles away.
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