| I had a thought, dear, however scary
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| About that night, the bugs and the dirt
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| Why were you digging? |
| What did you bury
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| Before those hands pulled me from the earth?
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| I will not ask you where you came from
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| I will not ask and neither should you
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| Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips
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| We should just kiss like real people do
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| I knew that look, dear: eyes always seeking
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| Was there in someone that dug long ago
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| So I will not ask you why you were creeping
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| In some sad way, I already know
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| So I will not ask you where you came from
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| I would not ask and neither would you
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| Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips
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| We should just kiss like real people do
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| I could not ask you where you came from
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| I could not ask and neither could you
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| Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips
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| We could just kiss like real people do |