| Wasted bodies, lying oh so still
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| So many lovers in need of organs
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| Wasted bodies, lying oh so still
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| So many lovers in need of organs
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| He couldn’t help himself
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| The lonely neighbor
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| Invited him for pies
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| Soon he was between her thighs
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| Well in search for him
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| His lover barged right in
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| A Colt 45 cold done him right in
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| Lovers in the dust, lovers in the dust
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| Dancing in decay, dancing in decay
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| Lovers in the dust, lovers in the dust
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| Lovers in the dust, dancing in decay
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| Lovers in the dust
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| After all these years
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| She’d been polyamorous
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| Ninety-three lovers
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| Under several bed covers
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| Deceit ate her up
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| She invited them for coffee
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| With some TNT
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| Blew them and the whole shop up
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| Wasted bodies, lying oh so still
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| So many lovers in need of organs
|
| Wasted bodies, lying oh so still
|
| So many lovers in need of organs
|
| Lovers in the dust, lovers in the dust
|
| Dancing in decay, dancing in decay
|
| Lovers in the dust, lovers in the dust
|
| Lovers in the dust, dancing in decay
|
| Lovers in the dust
|
| Wasted bodies, lying oh so still
|
| So many lovers in need of organs
|
| Wasted bodies, lying oh so still
|
| So many lovers in need of organs
|
| Wasted bodies, lying oh so still
|
| So many lovers in need of organs
|
| Wasted bodies, lying oh so still
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| So many lovers in need of organs |