| King Saul fell on his sword when it all went wrong
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| And Joseph’s brothers sold him down the river for a song
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| And Sonny Liston rubbed some Tiger Balm into his glove
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| Some things you do for money and some you do for love love love
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| Raskolnikov felt sick but he couldn’t say why
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| When he saw his face reflected in his victim’s twinkling eye
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| Some things you’ll do for money and some you’ll do for fun
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| But the things you do for love are going to come back to you one by one
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| Love love is going to lead you by the hand
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| Into a white and soundless place
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| Now we see things as in a mirror dimly
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| Then we shall see each other face to face
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| And way out in Seattle, young Kurt Cobain
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| Snuck out to the greenhouse, put a bullet in his brain
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| Snakes in the grass beneath our feet, rain in the clouds above
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| Some moments last forever, but some flare out with love love love |