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"Libertine"; the name that falls from her lips and splashes on my shoes like sad beads of rain, penetrating the soil and making ready the harvest of our love. |
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And me? |
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I got a bug to squash. |
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This tale's been told a thousand times |
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So I think that I should've known better |
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Than to supplicate a girl on pedestal shoes |
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No pants and a real tight sweater |
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I'm laughin' too but it's from |
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My embarrassment that I tremble |
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When she saw that I was just |
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A hopeless imitation of the man that I most resemble |
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And the chords ring so familiar |
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To a man who's heard it all before |
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And the melody will forever linger |
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Like perfume in a hardware store |
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It ain't that I seek loneliness |
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I just downright fail to understand |
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How a customary girl on pedestal shoes |
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Can all but destroy one man |
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I wished I'd licked her to the ground |
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But I swallowed my tongue instead |
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Watched her from the shadows with a hideous frozen grin |
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While she carved her name in my head |
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And some folks talk around the way, |
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Sayin' "B you've really got it made" |
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But I crawl round my room from night 'til day |
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Wondering if your star will ever fade |
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And I'll be here come hell or high water |
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(Love you like you were my daughter |
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buy you new shoes cos I oughta) |
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And only sometimes will my thoughts turn blue |
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Like the skies and every word is you |
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Now west of bloody sixteenth street |
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Are the remains of a man who was broken |
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By the rapture of a girl on pedestal shoes |
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And man I tell you that girl wasn't jokin' |
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I've killed my mind a thousand times |
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Now my thoughts stay firmly in the present |
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But there's a kinda ugly breach like an ocean in my soul |
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Keeps on naggin' me so incessant |
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And the silence is louder than a H bomb |
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That explodes when I close my eyes |
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Sending shock waves to the town you're from |
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In the hope that you'll stir and come alive |
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And I'll be here come hell or high water |
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(Love you like you were my daughter |
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buy you new shoes cos I oughta) |
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And only sometimes will my thoughts turn blue |
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Like the skies and every word is you |
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Like the skies and every word is you |
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Like the skies and every word is you |
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Like the skies and every word is you |