| Deep in the belly of a whale I found her
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| Down with the deep blue jail around her
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| Running her hands through the ribs of the dark
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| Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc
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| I love the way she looks in her underwear
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| I lose my page then the plot then the book then I swear
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| She makes the most of her time by loving me plenty
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| She knows there’ll come a day when we won’t be getting any
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| The stain of the sepia the butcher Crimea
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| Through the wreck of a brass band I thought I could see her
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| In a cakewalk she came through the dead and the lame
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| Just a little bird floating on a hurricane
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| I was flat on my back with my feet in the thorns
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| I was in between the apples and the chloroform
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| She came to me often
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| I was sure I was dying
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| It was always hard to tell if she was laughing or crying
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| I thought I heard somebody calling
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| In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
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| Joan never cared about the in-betweens
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| Combed her hair with a blade did the Maid of Orleans
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| Said Christ walked on water we can wade through the war
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| You don’t need to tell me who the fire is for
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| Oh bring me the love that can sweeten a sword
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| A boat that can love the rocks or the shore
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| The love of the iceberg reaching out for a wreck
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| Can you love me like the crosses love the nape of the neck?
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| Was it Casey Jones or Casey at the Bat
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| Who died out of pride and got famous for that
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| Killed by a swerve laid low by the curve
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| Do you ever think they ever thought they got what they deserved
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| Pity the bullet and pity the man
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| Who both find their place in the same sad plan
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| Who both are like the barrel going over the falls
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| Crying all the way down I never asked to be involved
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| I thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
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| General George began the day by taking pink little pills
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| Sent his men to the top of some hell of a hill
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| Through the whisper of trees came artillery breeze
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| He said I love the way the wind comes a’tickling my knees
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| Jane shot the apple right between the eyes
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| I was thinking of her when you came outside
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| Lemonade on your breath sun in your hair
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| Did I mention how I love you in your underwear?
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| Deep in the belly of a whale I found her
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| Down with the deep blue jail around her
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| Running her hands through the ribs of the dark
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| Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc
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| I thought I heard somebody calling
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| In the dark I thought I heard somebody call |