| Did you ever see The Holy Mountain On Ice?
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| Thirty tons of frogs and blood cascading like dice
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| The decoration painting
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| Was inhibited by fainting
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| And the clean-up operation wasn’t nice
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| So you did some work for me and you didn’t get paid?
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| Think of all the songs you sang and the love that you made
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| While Mr. Mendes kisses Kate
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| I, in my kitchen, break a plate
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| And sweep it up and dream of getting laid
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| I don’t know if you got my letter
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| But everyone thinks you’re great
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| If you come home it will be much better
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| And I will be your mate until we die
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| If you try to do the cube and it doesn’t work out
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| Don’t peel the stickers off or move the pieces about
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| Just send it in to this address
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| My underlings will do the rest
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| Unless you fill the envelope with doubt
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| As a child I used to be obsessed with Pale Saints
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| In a shop of art supplies among the sale paints
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| I thought this girl was Meriel
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| And I asked if she’d sing at my burial
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| «That isn’t me,» she said with some restraint
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| I don’t know if you got my letter
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| It should have arrived by now
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| When you come home it will be much better
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| I’m longing to show you how until we die |