| ghost steps, quarter time
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| tip toe through the mud and vines
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| I spy a cathedral dim
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| with two dark figures come and letting us in
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| one part lover and no part friends
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| she’ll stab you in the back while you’re making amends
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| Jane’s got a monkey and I don’t care
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| dying like a martyr and no one’s there
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| graveyards, a cat on the prowl
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| teeth grow and we bite and howl
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| snow bears get back in your dens
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| animal woman, are we not lovers then?
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| one part lover and no part friends
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| she’ll stab you in the back while you’re making amends
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| Jane’s got a monkey to take her there
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| dying in the background and no one cares
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| slick road comet meander and roam
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| nod off baby, the monkey’s home
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| cue gemberzee and the sickle-ish stare
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| dying like a martyr and no one cares
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| fly by night and sleep all day
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| the warning birds are cooing
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| even other animals don’t know what you’re doing
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| slick road comet meander and roam
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| nod off baby, the monkey’s home
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| cue gemberzee and the sickle-ish stare
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| dying like a martyr and no one cares
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| one part lover and no part friend
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| you wanna get the devil in your bed again
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| go get your monkey to take you there
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| I’m dying in the background and no one’s there |