| How I regret what I must do
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| But you’ve left me no choice
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| Though I still strain
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| I can’t recall the beauty of your fey voice
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| Now that I’ve heard come through the walls
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| A song I’ve heard many times
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| I must return all you gave me
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| In the company of swine
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| We had found sacred ground
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| Oh, we had found sacred ground
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| You burn down
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| I thought you sang so tastefully
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| But now I see I was wrong
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| Your serenade turns to filth when I leave
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| So, please cut the love song
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| How I regret what I must do
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| But you must be replaced
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| For I cannot go on suffering
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| Such simple and common tastes
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| When you met my eyes
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| You sang to me of passion, pain and will
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| When I blinked you turned away
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| To kiss the hand of filth
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| We had found sacred ground
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| Oh, we had found sacred ground
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| I’ll burn down
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| I thought you sang so tastefully
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| But now I see I was wrong
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| Your serenade turns to filth when I leave
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| So, please cut the love song
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| Tell me, who will hear your voice
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| Your song, when the smoke has cleared
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| And the lights are gone?
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| Tell me, who appears when I’m gone
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| I thought you sang so tastefully
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| But now I see I was wrong
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| Your serenade turns to filth when I leave
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| So, please cut the love song
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| I thought you sang so tastefully
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| I see I was wrong
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| This serenade turns to filth when I leave
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| So, please cut the love song, cut the love song |