| When the horses come to drag me away
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| I won’t fuss and fight i won’t plead or beg
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| And wherever they dump me i’ll lay my head
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| I’ll sleep it off. |
| i'll sleep alone
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| Until the longing burrows a hole
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| Straight through my sternum
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| To make its home
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| I have this way of carrying on
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| Such fruitless passions fallen from the vine
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| And the sweetest nectar turns to bitter wine
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| But still we drink we drip the bottle dry
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| We smash it apart and lick the sides.
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| Recycled lovers expiring the night
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| So when the horses come i won’t scream or cry;
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| I’ve been dying for them to take my life
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| And i’ll sing of a new birth
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| A past unscratched
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| So don’t be sad, we should both rejoice
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| To the sound of those hooves
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| Down that dark highway
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| In opposite directions
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| Wherever they dump us we’ll stay
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| Recycled lovers get so carried away |