| We’ve been up and down these hills
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| And found ourselves in different pills
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| And I met Satan in a cheap motel
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| She talked at length about Orson Welles
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| You were washed up on the shore
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| Lamb’s blood ran down your door
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| Soft, gentle stranger
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| Remember me when you’re tired and old
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| Soft, gentle stranger
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| Luella, babe won’t you marry me now
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| You were washed up on the shore
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| Lamb’s blood ran down your door
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| (Now let me tell you a story about war and peace)
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| Not every filth is art
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| Not every strangers fall
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| No row is Madonna
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| No stranger is god
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| Not every church is strong
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| Not every city’s wrong
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| No struggle is in vain
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| No system is safe
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| And no law in this world
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| Is sacred and sane
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| Not every man would rather be dead than in chains
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| Not every war’s unjust
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| Not every faith is love
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| No orgasm is ever enough
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| Soft, gentle stranger
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| Luella, babe won’t you marry me now
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| Soft, gentle stranger
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| Luella, babe won’t you marry me now
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| Not every filth is art
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| Not every strangers fall
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| Not every generation is doomed to despair
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| Not every hate is wrong
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| Not every lust is sin
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| Not every revolution begins from within
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| You were washed up on the shore
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| Lamb’s blood ran down your door
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| Soft, gentle stranger
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| Luella, babe won’t you marry me now
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| Not every filth is art
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| Not every strangers fall
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| Not every generation is doomed to despair
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| Not every filth is art
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| Not every strangers fall
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| No orgasm is ever enough
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| Soft, gentle stranger
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| Luella, babe won’t you marry me now
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| Soft, gentle stranger
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| Luella, babe won’t you marry me now
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| Soft, gentle stranger
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| Luella, babe won’t you marry me now |