| In walks the villain of this tale
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| The door closing silent behind you
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| I smile and I offer you something to drink
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| In the hopes that a taste will remind you
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| That poison goes better with grenadine
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| That deceit’s always lovely with lime
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| That bitterness can be so sweet
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| When it’s served in the right place and at the right time
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| And we’ll toast to a lifetime of happiness
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| And we’ll catch up on mutual friends
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| Yes we’ll laugh with good cheer and not mention that we’re
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| Just a means to each of our ends
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| And by midnight you’ll be so convinced
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| That all of our time apart was some mistake
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| That I’ll sigh and I’ll stand and I’ll hold out my hand
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| Once more for your memory’s sake
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| I’ll hold you my love and never let go
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| I’ll hold you my love and I’ll never tire
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| I’ll hold you my love by the throat
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| I’ll hold you my love over the fire
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| So breathe with me, love; |
| only love will work now
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| Hold onto my love like it was stolen
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| I’ll burn with your love like I was Birkenau
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| I’ll conquer your love like you were Poland
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| I’ll act on my love like Pontius Pilate
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| I’ll give you my love like I was Brutus
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| I’ll radiate love like Three Mile Island
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| I’ll prove you my love like I was Judas |