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Three boats down from the candy, vacant deckchairs on a floodlit beach |
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Three boats down from the candy, rollers coast invade the deepest sleep |
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Three boats down from the candy, carnal dancer let their senses preach |
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It's a social disease, it's the new moral cancer |
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Don't think crying wolf will give you the answer |
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You ask for my love on the strength of a kiss |
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But can't you just play for experience? |
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I'm a poet, I'm a poet, I'm a minstrel, I'm a minstrel |
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I don't need your chains |
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Romance lies in ruin let debauchery reign, let it rain |
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Wipe the tears from your eyes, wipe the sweat from your thighs |
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Don't crawl to me with sentiment, my laughter drowns your cries |
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You're a memory trapped on Polaroid, a puppet drawn on celluloid |
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So drink the wine, confess your sin, just flotsam in a silent void |
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Three boats down from the candy |
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I'll remember you |
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Three boats down from the candy, much to much to lose |
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Three boats down from the candy, those words were never true |
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Three boats down from the candy |
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I'll remember you |
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I'll remember you |
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I'll remember you |
