| Wendy wonders why I’ve been so cold
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| Wendy wonders why we take it slow
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| These cobbled streets lead up to undersheets of gold
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| Where fair sanity dictates young prince derobe
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| Wendy wonders in lavender bedclothes
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| Dusk to dawn a lustful paws at my throne
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| I’m a hollow man with twelve tin cans of woe
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| Wendy wonders why we take it so slow
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| It’s that four letter word unspoken
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| Yet I, I’m happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue
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| I’m happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue
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| Wendy wonders in a daze to save the romance
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| She set the chapel to a blazing golden dance
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| Ah, the chains are broken, the veins are open, she’ll sing
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| Let the crimson blood flow and see what the future brings
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| Wendy says such abstract things
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| Still, Wendy wonders why I’m still so cold
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| Proceeds to throw my stuff out the window
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| I’m a fucked-up bastard, a subzero psycho
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| Well, I know
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| With that four-letter word unspoken
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| Yet I, I’m happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue
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| With that four-letter word unspoken
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| Yet I, I’m happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue
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| I’m happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue
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| Without you |