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Step a little bit closer |
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There was something you mentioned under your breath |
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That's the special something I'd always hoped you'd mention |
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Say it louder now we'd soon be dead |
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CHORUS: Tell me, tell me you love me |
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Or else, tell me, tell me you'll bear with me |
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Hold me, tell me you'll have me, embedded |
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Come on and lay your body down |
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Your weary body down |
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Lay your weary bones in the ground |
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Step a little bit closer |
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There is alcohol upon your breath |
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It's a certain dirty feeling we have |
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And heaven knows we've had it to death |
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CHORUS: |
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This heart is a good one and dead |
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This one's an old dead heart of mine |
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It's died at least x 1000 times |
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This one will go straight to your head |
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This one will go straight to the base of your spine |
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Ifs all turning ugly now |
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Everything we touch wastes clean away |
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We'd kiss but we can't find our lips |
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We speak when we know we have nothing to say |
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Except CHORUS: |
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Embalmed and Embedded |
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Becalmed and beheaded |
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Do I hear your step on the stair |
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And these are the thighs I prize |
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And these are the eyes I cry |
