| Father Lucifer, you never looked so sane
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| You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain
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| Tell me that you’re still in love with that milkmaid
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| How’s the Lizzies
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| How’s your Jesus Christ been hanging
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| Nothing’s gonna stop me from floating
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| Nothing’s gonna stop me from floating
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| He says he reckons I’m a watercolour stain
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| He says I run and then I run from him
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| And then I run
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| He didn’t see me watching from the aeroplane
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| He wiped a tear and then he threw away our appleseed
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| Nothing’s gonna stop me from floating
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| Nothing’s gonna stop me from floating
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| Every day’s my wedding day
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| Though baby’s still in his comatose state
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| I’ll die my own Easter eggs
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| Don’t go yet
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| And Beenie lost the sunset but that’s OK
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| Does Joe bring flowers to Marilyn’s grave
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| And girls that eat pizza and never gain weight
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| Father Lucifer you never looked so sane
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| You always did prefer to the drizzle to the rain
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| Tell me that you’re still in love with that milkmaid
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| How’s the Lizzies
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| How’s your Jesus Christ been hangi |