| I was a troubled teen
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| Who put an advert in a magazine
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| To the annoyance of my imaginary lover
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| She questioned my integrity and this is what she said to me…
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| She said, 'Oh, you, you’re green
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| You don’t know what love means
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| Oh let me tell you'
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| Said, 'It tickles you pink oh yeah
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| But it likes to hear you scream'
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| Fire and damnation, lamentations
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| For the likes of you.
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| When she goes
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| Just let her go If she says she’s going
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| Just make sure she goes
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| Make sure she goes.
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| I was a troubled teen
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| Untroubled only in my daydreams
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| To the annoyance of somebody or other
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| Well they doubted my philosophy and this is what they said to me…
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| 'Now you, you tee me up where you belong
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| But it’s only blood from broken hearts
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| That writes the words to every song'
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| Oh a beatific smile for, for worthy servants
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| Oh but only I, only I, only I…
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| I can see the serpent
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| Oh you, you’re green
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| You don’t know what love means
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| Well let me tell you
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| It tickles you pink oh yeah
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| But it likes to hear you scream
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| Fire and damnation, lamentations
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| For the likes of you.
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| When she goes
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| Just let her go If she says she’s going
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| Just make sure she goes
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| Make sure she goes.
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| When she goes
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| You just let her go If she says she’s going
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| Just make sure she goes
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| Make sure she goes. |