| Three boats down from the candy, vacant deckchairs on a floodlit beach
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| Three boats down from the candy, rollers coast invade the deepest sleep
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| Three boats down from the candy, carnal dancer let their senses preach
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| It’s a social disease, it’s the new moral cancer
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| Don’t think crying wolf will give you the answer
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| You ask for my love on the strength of a kiss
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| But can’t you just play for experience?
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| I’m a poet, I’m a poet, I’m a minstrel, I’m a minstrel
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| I don’t need your chains
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| Romance lies in ruin let debauchery reign, let it rain
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| Wipe the tears from your eyes, wipe the sweat from your thighs
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| Don’t crawl to me with sentiment, my laughter drowns your cries
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| You’re a memory trapped on polaroid, a puppet drawn on celluloid
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| So drink the wine, confess your sin, just flotsam in a silent void
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| Three boats down from the candy
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| I’ll remember you
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| Three boats down from the candy, much to much to lose
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| Three boats down from the candy, those words were never true
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| Three boats down from the candy
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| I’ll remember you
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| I’ll remember you
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| I’ll remember you |