| Your mother is dead and gone
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| But I can see the lovely ghost
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| That’s you
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| And I can hear her walk
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| Behind you she walks
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| You take just what you want
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| And I agree with you, darling
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| But I want you to know
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| It’s an ugly rock
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| You’re in for a shock
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| My coat is long and black
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| Like dreams collapsed with
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| Things I want but can’t get back
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| I ain’t got jack
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| And all of this for nothing
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| After all my huffing and puffing
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| I’m back and forth
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| And back and forth
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| To prove that I am not bluffing
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| I am the Maharal
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| I’m deep into the sod
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| World of emanations
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| World of creation
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| World of formation
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| World of action
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| And the Sephirot
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| I am the Maharal
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| And the road is choked with dust
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| The blood libels they go on and on
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| Progroms on my heels
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| More of these black eels
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| My throat choked up with lust
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| She’s a memory fading on and on
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| My wand can’t wield
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| Her from death’s field
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| Another knock on my door
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| I see the inbred yawn
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| But I don’t fear the fool
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| I fear his drool |