| «Difficulty however was always a challenge to William
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| And he wanted Joan back, he liked Joan
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| She was quiet and shy, and amenable, and dependable
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| And he was a god in her eyes»
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| There I lay, beside the Great Dane
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| A stray in the south, obsessed by your mouth
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| And you’ve, been away for the fall
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| I’ve barely seen you at all
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| Impressions over you blew like Bikini Atoll
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| Shallow pain, but it’s not deep down
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| Cigarettes while you’re asleep now
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| I’ve taken less care, I feel weak now
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| You said you was flying to Milan in about a week now
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| I don’t mind to reignite the fire
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| Besides from that weed we light
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| And if you try to ask me why the fact
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| That I’ve lied and you’re tired of that
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| Well I don’t blame
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| I only claim to be in a state that closure was the way
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| She exposed my name
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| And now I’m supposed to tell you
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| All them times and in the place but
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| I’m still developing
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| Enveloped in the elephant of the room I’m already in
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| I don’t give a-, it’s irrelevant
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| Been away for the fall
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| Barely seen you at all
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| You’ve come and see me at school
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| And you’ll realize that I’m no fool
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| Shallow pain but it’s not deep down
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| Cigarettes while you’re asleep now
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| When I’m taken less care I feel weak now
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| You said you was flying to Ja-, in about a-, h no
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| But I don’t mind to reignite the fire
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| Besides from that weed we light
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| And if you try to ask me why the fact
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| That I’ve lied and you’re tired of that
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| I don’t blame, I’m only claim
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| In a state that closure was the way
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| She exposed my name and shame now
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| Times is in their place but
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| I’m still developing
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| Enveloped in the elephant of the room I’m already in
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| I don’t give a fuck, it’s irrelevant
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| Been away for the fall
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| Barely seen you at all
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| You come and see me at school
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| And you’ll realize that I’m not
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| Different girls with the same issues, chains, pearls and tissues
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| Would you change if I claimed I miss you
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| Words I love you is misused
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| A struggle and pissed you, just wanna cuddle and kiss you
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| Now I’m double muddled and pissed too
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| New dawn, new day
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| A reflection of our time, for Pete’s sake
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| Generations of mobile phones
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| Even though these girls hormones are most unknown
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| Implants, at 14, she was lookin fresh apart from her weave
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| I prefer natural on girls
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| Even when I think about you now I have to gag and hurl
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| But not physically
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| Think about you with another man it sickens me
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| And I’m sure that you haven’t
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| Even if you have, then I’m sure that I’d have him
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| I said I’m sure that I’d smack him
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| Like the end of a party everything stop happenin
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| Maybe her brain had mutated
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| Even though they’re in the past she be sedated but
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| I don’t mind to reignite the fire
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| Besides from that weed we light
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| And if you try to ask me why
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| That I’ve lied and you’re tired of that
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| I don’t blame, I only claim to be in a state that closure was the way
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| She exposed my name and shame
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| And now I’m supposed to tell you all them times and the place but
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| I’m still developing
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| Enveloped in the elephant of the room I’m already in
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| I don’t give a-, it’s irrelevant
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| «Miss Eveschon was shattered but she made her way to the background
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| The curtains dividing the platform from a whole were drawn
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| For no other reason than the Mr.
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| Weastonburry enjoyed drawing them back
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| The clock struck 8, and Mr. Weastonburry
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| With his own inimitable air of providing
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| The most important items of the
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| evening’s entertainment, drew them back
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| Miss Eveschon gave a gasp of horror
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| For there on the platform was the wooden table
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| The altar she supposed, and on it was Hector
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| Her Hector, whom she had left asleep by the fire
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| Now spirited here by some infernal means and standing motionless
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| Not moving a muscle or twitching a whisker, hypnotized
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| And behind the altar was Miss Parend
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| Looking more witch-like than ever, hatless
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| Her white hair falling about her face
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| Wearing a long black coat and leaning on a stick
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| Then came the culmination of the horror
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| For the witch hobbled to the edge of the platform
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| Looked down into the well of the hole
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| Fixed her dim lit eye on Miss Eveschon
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| And said in a voice that froze the flattering Miss Eveschon»
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| (And if you try to ask me why)
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| (That I’ve lied and you’re tired of that)
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| (I don’t blame)
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| (I only claim to be in a state that closure was the way) |