| I’ve been gettin' high
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| spending nights
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| with the television on in black and white
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| in a room that’s dressed in red.
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| Turning water into wine
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| with a lady who
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| must be made of porcelain and fire
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| and she breaths just like I do
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| She shivered like a good bride
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| should and I swear just like July
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| Lick the flesh from every bone
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| 'til we’re satisfied.
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| You should have seen your eyes widen
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| At the sight of my hands
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| Ripping apart those vows.
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| Bucket of water for every
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| match she struck for me.
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| But maybe,
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| This is meant to be.
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| Lady this is meant to be.
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| Starin' in the mirror
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| without a stitch on, hands tied 'round
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| her hips and wondering who is
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| staring back at me?
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| So we drowned him in the pool, her in the ocean.
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| Bury the bodies in a park just down the street
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| and then crawled back in bed.
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| She don’t shimmer like the others do
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| But she sweats like July.
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| Lick the flesh from every bone
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| 'til we’re satisfied, oh…
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| I’ve been gettin' high…
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| And she breaths just like I do… |