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Deep in the belly of a whale I found her |
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Down with the deep blue jail around her |
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Running her hands through the ribs of the dark |
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Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc |
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I love the way she looks in her underwear |
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I lose my page then the book then the plot then I swear |
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She makes the most of her time by loving me plenty |
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She knows there'll come a day when we won't be getting any |
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The stain of the sepia the butcher Crimea |
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Through the wreck of a brass band I though I could see her |
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In a cakewalk she came through the dead and the lame |
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Just another bird floating on a hurricane |
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I was flat on my back with my feet in the thorns |
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I was in between the apples and the chloroform |
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She came to me often, I was sure I was dying |
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It was always hard to tell if she was laughing or crying |
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I thought I heard somebody calling |
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In the dark I thought I heard somebody call |
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Joan never cared about the in-betweens |
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Combed her hair with a blade did the Maid of Orleans |
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Said Christ walked on water we can wade through the war |
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You don't need to tell me who the fire is for |
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Oh bring me the love that can sweeten a sword |
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A boat that can love the rocks or the shore |
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The love of the iceberg reaching out for a wreck |
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Can you love me like the crosses love the nape of the neck? |
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Was it Casey Jones or Casey at the Bat |
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Who died out of pride and got famous for that |
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Killed by a swerve laid low by the curve |
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Do you ever think they ever thought they got what they deserved |
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Don't pity the bullet, but pity the man |
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Who both find their place in the same sad plan |
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Who both are like the barrel going over the falls |
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Crying all the way down I never asked to be involved |
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I thought I heard somebody calling |
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In the dark I thought I heard somebody call |
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General George began the day by taking pink little pills |
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Sent his men to the top of some hell of a hill |
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Through the whisper of trees came artillery breeze |
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He said I love the way the wind comes a'tickling my knees |
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Jane shot the apple right between the eyes |
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I was thinking of her when you came outside |
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Lemonade on your breath sun in your hair |
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Did I mention how I love you in your underwear? |
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Deep in the belly of a whale I found her |
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Down with the deep blue jail around her |
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Running her hands through the ribs of the dark |
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Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc |
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I thought I heard somebody calling |
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In the dark I thought I heard somebody call |
