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I can't lie on this bed anymore it burns my skin |
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You can take the truthful things you've said to me |
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And put them on the head of a pin |
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Poor napoleon |
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You always look so disappointed when I take my stockings off |
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Don't you know the facts of life, boy |
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Don't you know what these things cost |
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She was selling stolen kisses to travelling salesmen and minstrel singers |
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You put a penny in the slot |
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She called you her magic fingers |
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Poor napoleon |
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I bet she isn't all that's advertised |
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I bet that isn't all she fakes |
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Just like that place where they take your spine |
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And turn it into soapflakes |
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So good night little school boy, you'd better learn some self control |
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Did you mess up your hairstyle, pour scorn in your begging bowl |
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Bare wires from the socket to the bed where you embraced that girl |
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Did you ever think there's far too many people in the world? |
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One day they'll probably make a movie out of all of this |
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There won't even have to be a murder just a slow dissolving kiss |
