| Elijah has brains and long legs and wears jeans at his hip
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| And nary a girl in the world has been missed by his grip
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| He’s long curly hair, that when wet, goes as far as his chin
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| And his knowledge of poets and punks is debatably thin
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| The thing I like most about him is what I see on the surface
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| Like two distant shores, we are bound by a love that’s an isthmus
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| Oh Elijah!
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| Elijah, he lay in psychosis one bright sunny day
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| And even in sleep I cannot make myself walk away
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| So pretty was he, I said something I couldn’t retract
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| And so for three years, he spent most of his time in the sack
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| Although it’s November, I know we won’t make it to Christmas
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| Like two distant shores, we are bound by a love that’s an isthmus
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| Oh Elijah!
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| Elijah once told me in private that he’d like a break
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| Although he revealed through his actions that he was a fake
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| And so, then in public I told him that he’s too dependent
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| And now to this day I maintain that I am unrepentant
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| All he can see through the tunnel is none of his business
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| Like two distant shores, we are bound by a love that’s an isthmus
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| Oh Elijah! |