| Marriage is a two-headed transplant,
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| Sometimes that’s how it seems.
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| When the sex wears off it’s all give and take,
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| And it’s good-bye to all your dreams.
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| One head wants to go to a movie
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| While the other wants to stay at home,
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| And just like a two-headed transplant
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| You get the feeling that you’re never alone.
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| Mr. and Mrs. Horrible are an example of what I say.
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| They used to be so in love, now they fight so much
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| That they’ve frightened all their friends away.
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| They never get visits from neighbors,
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| They’ve alienated everyone.
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| And what started off as all cuddles and kisses
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| Has finally become
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| A labor of love, labor of love.
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| The torment, the worry and woe,
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| Love’s full of fears, bruises and tears,
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| That’s the way that a true love grows.
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| It’s a labor of love, labor of love.
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| It’s a struggle, without a doubt,
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| But if they keep on trying, screaming and crying,
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| Somehow they’re gonna work it all out.
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| It turned into a two-headed transplant,
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| But it started off with |