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Now is time to take recourse, to drag my bones from 'neath his corpse |
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Retract the blade within his heart, inscribe our initials in the bark |
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Of every tree in every woods. In ink red blood, can you imagine? |
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While wearing his head as a hood. I'd take life for a crime of passion |
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Lies told |
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Darling, if I had the choice, I'd excavate his throat of voice |
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And corrugate his vocal chords to play a tune to please the Lord |
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Make him recite this murder ballad, a sombre tune told by a bore |
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Pump blood around the limp and pallid, harmonising as you snored |
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Lies told |
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One day when I'm older, I'll write it all down |
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A portrait of the trequartista as a young man |
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We all know we're gonna die |
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We're a speck of dust in a bad God's eye |
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He rubs us clean, but love is blind |
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A balloon artist kisses porcupine |
