| Just for fun, my vibrant one, grow old
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| With dying suns my vibrant one’s grown cold
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| You grow cold as you wait for me in the night, as you struggle
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| You’ll wait for me, for you asked, asked for trouble
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| We’re not done, my trembling one, be still
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| 'Til I come parading back in red frills with black thrills for you
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| Wait for me in the night, as you struggle
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| You’ll wait for me, for you asked, asked for trouble
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| Don’t take tears in your dress seriously
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| Don’t take wounds in my chest seriously and desperately, I beg you
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| Wait for me in the night, as you struggle
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| You’ll wait for me, for you asked, begged for trouble
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| You’ll wait for me, for you asked, begged for trouble
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| Don’t take wounds in my chest seriously
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| Just wait |