| It was a humid summer
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| Of diseased mosquitoes and heat strokes
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| I was working on an assembly line 'til school started up
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| And that’s where I met Ben, yeah
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| «I'm a Eunuch,» Ben said
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| «I was in my prime when they cut me down
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| Yeah, they were tired of me chasing their daughters
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| And burning their precious mill to the ground
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| Yeah, they got me when I stole Mr. Beck’s Corvette
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| His yapping Shih Tzu riding shotgun
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| Yeah, I parked it in the lake and learned to swim
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| Then I was too worn out to run
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| Yeah, met Lily in the Milledgeville Asylum
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| They fixed her the same as me
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| Yeah, she’s my halfwit infertile beauty
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| They cut us both down like rotten trees»
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| «But we were blooming,» Ben said
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| «I broke us out and stole a ring»
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| Still see them when I’m sleeping
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| In dreams when I’m tired and alone, huh
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| Lily’s smiling, picking bugs off of the altar
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| And a rose is pinned to Ben’s blood-soaked tuxedo
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| Last time I saw Ben
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| Blood rolled down the conveyor belt
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| He was injured bad but still working
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| Swearing he’d send some guy to hell
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| Ben said, «I don’t mind he shot me
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| If I’m being honest, I deserved it
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| But what he did to my sweet Lily
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| She don’t deserve that one bit»
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| Looking in Ben’s eyes, I knew he meant it
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| Then I realized I was a coward
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| Next day, I heard those cheap apartments
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| Near the river had burned down
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| A few people died
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| And Ben was long gone
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| Huh, yeah
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| In my dreams, they watch the fire
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| Yeah, their twin gold teeth gleam like polished guns, huh
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| See them on the highway, her toes tapping on a suitcase
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| In a new Corvette, Ben’s aiming at the sun
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, I dream they’re on the run, yeah
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| Always driving towards the sun, huh
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| Yeah, I always dream they’re on the run
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| Yeah, they’re driving straight for the burning sun |