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Black mollies in the aquarium, |
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Darting back and forth as though an earthquake were certain |
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And I, turned up the heater |
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And I ripped off my shirt |
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And I grabbed hold of my stereo |
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And I threw it out the window |
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You were in town again |
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You'd come around again |
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You were dragging me down again with you |
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Siamese fish flashing like sparklers |
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It started to rain |
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And the telephone rang a couple of times |
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I put a bullet through its cold dead brain |
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And I got out my photographs of you |
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And I put bullets though all of them too |
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You were in town again |
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You'd come around again |
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You were dragging me down again with you |
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Yeah |
