| Stella, she gave me a state of grace
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| I’m armor plated 4 inches thick
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| Now all I got was a little taste
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| I’m gibbering like a lunatic
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| Stella, the artist
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| Just for now at least you’re mine, all mine
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| No need to be modest as the daylight creeps
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| Take her hand and reach through time
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| I felt the sting of my own rebuke
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| Come spinning back like a boomerang
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| I swam the sea of psychotic puke
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| Nursing my love like a guilty pang
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| Stella, the artist
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| Just for now at least you’re mine, all mine
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| No need to be modest as the daylight creeps
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| Take her hand and reach
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| You’re only saying what they all say
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| You’re only saying what they all say
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| It could be more like the old days
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| It should be more like the old days, oh, man
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| Stella, the artist
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| As the daylight creeps
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| Take her hand and reach through time
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| Stella, the artist
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| Just for now at least you’re mine, all mine
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| No need to be modest as the daylight creeps
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| And the floorboard creaks and your poor heart leaps
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| Take her hand and reach through time |