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Stay by me, stay by me |
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You are the one, my only true love |
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The butcher bird makes it's noise |
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And asks you to agree |
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With it's brutal nesting habits |
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And it's pointless savagery |
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Now, the nightingale sings to you |
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And raises up the ante |
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I put one hand on your round ripe heart |
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And the other down your panties |
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Everything is falling, dear |
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Everything is wrong |
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It's just history repeating itself |
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And babe, you turn me on |
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Like a light bulb |
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Like a song |
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You race naked through the wilderness |
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You torment the birds and the bees |
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You leapt into the abyss, but find |
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It only goes up to your knees |
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I move stealthily from tree to tree |
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I shadow you for hours |
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I make like I'm a little deer |
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Grazing on the flowers |
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Everything is collapsing, dear |
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All moral sense has gone |
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It's just history repeating itself |
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And babe, you turn me on |
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Like an idea |
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Like an Atom bomb |
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We stand awed inside a clearing |
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We do not make a sound |
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The crimson snow falls all about |
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Carpeting the ground |
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Everything is falling, dear |
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All rhyme and reason gone |
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It's just history repeating itself |
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And, babe, you turn me on |
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Like an idea |
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Like an Atom bomb |