| Oh comely
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| I will be with you when you lose your breath
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| Chasing the only
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| Meaningful memory you thought you had left
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| With some pretty, bright and bubbly
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| Terrible scene that was doing her thing on your chest
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| But, oh comely
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| It isn’t as pretty as you’d like to guess
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| In your memory, you’re drunk on your awe to me
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| It doesn’t mean anything at all
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| Oh comely
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| All of your friends are all letting you blow
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| Bristling and ugly
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| Bursting with fruits falling out from the holes
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| Of some pretty, bright and bubbly
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| Friend you could need to say comforting things in your ear
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| But, oh comely
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| There isn’t such one friend that you could find here
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| Standing next to me, he’s only my enemy
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| I’ll crush him with everything I own
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| Say what you wanna say
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| And hang for your hollow ways
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| Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed
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| For me
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| Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies
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| While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park
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| Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
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| The music and medicine you needed for comforting
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| So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
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| And pluck all your silly strings and bend all your notes for me
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| And soft silly music is meaningful magical
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| The movements were beautiful, all in your ovaries
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| All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
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| While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
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| Smelling of semen all under the garden
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| Was all you were needing when you still believed in me
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| Say what you wanna say
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| Hang for your hollow ways
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| Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed
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| For me
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| Do do do, do do do, do
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| Do do do, do do do, do
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| Do do do, do do do, do
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| I know they buried her body with others
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| Her sister and mother and five-hundred families
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| And will she remember me fifty years later?
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| I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine
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| Know all your enemies
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| We know who our enemies are
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| Know all your enemies
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| We know who our enemies are
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| La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la la la la
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| La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la la la la
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| Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
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| Goldaline, my dear
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| We will fold and freeze together
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| Far away from here
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| There is sun and spring and green forever
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| But now we move to feel
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| For ourselves inside some stranger’s stomach
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| Place your body here
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| Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine
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| La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la la la la
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| La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la la la la
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| La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
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| Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
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| «Holy shit!» |