| Here’s a telephone
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| Here’s a window
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| Here’s a little dove to tell you how the wind blows
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| I’ve got a black heart I’ve got a shadow
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| I’ve got little dove that drags me up a ladder
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| You’ve got a halo
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| A heart of gravel
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| Little worms come out my darling rotten apple
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| I pluck the heart strings until my hands bleed
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| But when that eye blinks I’ll be buried in the tree leaf
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| Here’s a flag for my darling soldier
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| Here’s a little dove to land upon your shoulder
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| My precious children you know I love you
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| But I’ve got news I’m gonna have to get rid of you
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| You thought you knew me
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| I thought I knew you
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| The little dove came down and right away out threw you
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| I’ve got a black heart
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| I got a shadow
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| I send a little dove to push you down the ladder
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| Little bell don’t you get so worked up at all
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| But fire in hell is waiting just to burn us
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| We can’t jump and yell no ones looking for us
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| You can ring your bell but everyone it bars in |