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Where's your dirt gone honey
It would be good to have your tongue

And where's your voice gone sonny

You've got to step up  come on come

So pick a costume for me honey

Oh let me be your every dream

I'll even be the love you lost

You'll want me so much when I'm mean

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Where's your friends gone honey
It seems they want new company

But I could never put you down  down  down
It would be good to have your tongue

And now our time is running

I watch you watch me fade to grey

So pick a costume for me honey

We still got plenty love to play

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Where's your gun to sonny
I'm turning mean and you need fun

Well pick a costume for me honey

It would be good to have your tongue

And if you want just shoot me dead
Dead dead
For there is nothing left to come

There is no wonder left to see

Not through the fog that's hold of me

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