Intro: C#
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The clouds salivating, drooling from the sky at the thought of the trouble to wreak
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'til lightning breached their bellies, Caesarean section washes pigment from every street
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And it's high tide, as the sewers rise, and the drains have become obsolete
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Seems there's no place in this town, for something as pure as you seem
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I'm diving into headers, put this pretty face where the boots are flying in
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Been bobbing rotten apples, water to my waist, in a shark-infested bin
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People laugh, they will call it folly, but we connected like a Yeboah volley
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I'm totting up my worth in stamps, but doing it in second class
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I heard that it hurts, and I said, oh
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Two wrists, two wrist watches, tick-tick-tocking, second hands slightly out of time
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A constant subtle reminder, one of us will be gone before bells of the other chime
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I requested a room with a view, in the middle of a war between me and you
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And leave with all the dignity of a missed Panenka penalty
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I heard that it hurts, and I said
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I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me
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She smiled at a joke, but I said
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I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me
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'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above me
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Draw me like one of your fence, girls, stood erect as a post, head to toe in creosote
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We're blocking out all the lapsed-punks, listen them piss and moan, counting out major notes
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Banned from every bar in town, snooker balls a weapon made
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Snooker cue held upside down, propelled like helicopter blade
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I heard that it hurts, and I said
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I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me
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She smiled at a joke, but I said
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I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me
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'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above me
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I'll be gloomy 'til they glue me in the arms of she who loves me
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'til the rats and worms are all interned at least 5 feet above me
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The crowds celebrating, drooling from each side with the thought of the trouble to wreak
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And you hear them singing, in every room, from nursery to tomb
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Ex-boyfriend give us a song, ex-boyfriend, boyfriend give us a song
Ex-boyfriend give us a song, ex-boyfriend, boyfriend give us a song
