| Though the whole world be blown apart
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| No matter how dumb or how smart
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| Still beats beneath the rocky rumble
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| The dead lover’s twisted heart
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| It’s too late to stop or start
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| Anything else would never reach great art
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| 'Cept the lonely faithful longing
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| The dead lover’s twisted heart
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| Though the wind is blowing free
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| And the sun is shining happy
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| Though your faces show no sympathy
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| For buried deep beneath the shopping mart
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| The dead lover’s twisted heart
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| Though this story sad it is
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| Wrapped in sorrow, borne of mystery
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| It was years of painless suffering
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| The dead lover’s twisted hear |