| I’ve seen your severed head at a banquet for the dead
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| All dressed up for dinner looked so fine
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| You shining silver salver so tastefully powdered
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| With the finest military quick lime
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| Now try and picture this as I gave you a kiss
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| The apple in your mouth slipped in mine
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| The orchestra played the sweetest serenade
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| We laughed as we put away your wine
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| So raise your glasses here’s a toast to wasted lives
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| May all their ghosts come back to haunt you
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| And tell you how they died
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| How do you sleep?
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| How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay?
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| How do you feel when you close your eyes and try and drift away?
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| Does it feel any better now?
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| Does it mean anymore when the angel of death
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| Comes knock knocking and banging at your door?
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| When all the fun was over
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| I put you on my shoulder
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| Took you home away from it all
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| Shot down and claimed
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| Mounted and framed
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| Tastefully hung upon my wall
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| Are my dreams your nightmares?
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| I hope they all come true
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| Get off your knees
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| The party’s over
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| I’m coming home to you
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| How do you sleep?
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| How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay?
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| How do you feel when you close your eyes and try and drift away?
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| Does it feel any better now?
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| Does it mean anymore when the angel of death
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| Comes knock knocking and banging at your door?
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| At your door? |