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Bay Station

My heathen lover touches me
In a way no man had touched me before
Where no man  had touched me before

Without the burdens of the cross
He loves me without limits or guilt
His dark eyes want to tell me something
Everytime he touches me
His dark hair wraps me around
Holding me tight

And in this land
Of such sadness and woe
I feel my Bay station lover
Where ever I go