| Well it’s a perfect situation
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| For anyone in question
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| The logic just escapes me
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| The moment my head blows off
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| It was a lovely Friday evening
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| With lovely fellow heathens
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| But, darling, I don’t know the reasons
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| That drinking always leads to sex
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| But I don’t want this atmosphere to stay
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| When you gave a part of me willingly away
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| But sometimes in the pitch of night
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| Did I hear the wolves?
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| I think they might be coming to take me away
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| Ah ooh…
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| A Christian reputation
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| It distorts our minds' persuasion
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| No vices or perversions
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| Can barricade my holy, holy beat
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| My mother, she would say, «Why, son?»
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| My father, he won’t say nothing
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| And we will all avoid explaining
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| That darkness inside my heart
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| But I don’t want this atmosphere to stay
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| When you gave a part of me willingly away
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| But sometimes in the pitch of night
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| Did I hear the wolves?
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| I think they might be coming to take me away
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| Ah ooh… |