| I’m gonna love you for a hundred years
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| Through suffering and celebration dear
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| Cause only you can make my lies come true
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| You can make lies real
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| You can make me feel
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| Like drinking wine in the shade all afternoon
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| You keep finding and reminding me
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| That you only can be kind to me
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| When you got with me you started dreaming my dreams
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| But darling, there’s a gun in the garland
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| And you need to know
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| That the dream is not all dream
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| Room games and diamond rain
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| It’s a fox hunt, it’s a f-stop
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| It’s a ten acre wood
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| Outbound on a western train
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| It costs a quarter man
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| Out on the borderland
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| And I can dance real good
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| A freight train rattles the chandelier
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| And if we’re like plug-in reindeer
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| Whose cords can’t stretch far enough to fly
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| We’re gonna take a ride in the dirt
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| We’re gonna die until it doesn’t hurt
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| And then they can bury us side by side |