| You came, you saw, you conquered as a woman of your word
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| So to say farewell like Judas is a thing I find absurd
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| You shook my world, you sucked me in then spat me out in bubbles
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| The effects of your affections stay the cause of all my troubles
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| The only thing you never did
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| Was to have the decency
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| To kiss this corpse and nail the lid
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| Come on, come on and bury me!
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| I placed you on the pedestal, you tossed me in the gutter
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| It seems your lies were like those thighs, spread easier than butter
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| I’m first to go, so last to know how fickle is your passion
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| Now my bones hang in your closet though my face is out of fashion
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| As vultures circle round my head
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| Far as the eye can see
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| I walk this world, the living dead
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| High time, high time to bury me!
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| (Bury me, bury me, come on and bury me…)
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| You laid me to death, now lay me to rest
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| A sticky-sweet nothing to get off your chest
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| It’s all pillow-talk at the end of the day
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| The cat’s got your tongue with so much left to say
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| I’m not the only knave you’ve fooled behind the mask you wore
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| My beguiling, smiling virgin hides the cunning of a whore
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| Cause your ego needs an offering, 'tis I the coffin fits
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| So I martyred like St. Edmund with your name upon my lips
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| «Oh do it hurt?» |
| — «Oh does it not!»
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| I died with each degree
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| Just one small detail overlooked
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| The need to, the need to bury me!
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| I am the shade of something
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| You remembered to forget
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| Stood like Banquo by your bedside
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| You just haven’t seen me yet
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| Every notch upon the headboard
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| Each twist in your string of lovers
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| Is a tear shed on your pillow
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| Fate serves you as you serve others !
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| You swore to always stay my friend
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| Why, even this can’t be
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| Kept your back turned until the end
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| Whilst I begged, whilst I begged: «Bury me!» |