| I would lie anywhere with you,
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| Any old bed of nails would do,
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| Ink up the wound for a crude tattoo,
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| A big old red heart with an anchor stuck through
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| Like a sister Ophelia,
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| Tell me you’re there!
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| Like a lifeline Ophelia,
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| Tell me you’re there!
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| O Ophelia I feel yer fall…
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| Ah any old bed of nails for me,
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| Just so you’re there when I fall asleep,
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| I’d lay all night in a lanky limbed heap
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| Surround me like a warm bath,
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| Sum me up like an epitaph,
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| Be blatant as a bailiff,
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| I want my lips to blister when we kiss
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| O Ophelia I feel yer fall…
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| Our love, Frankenstein in nature and design,
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| Like the Shelleys on their very first time,
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| When our bodies become electrified,
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| Together we bring this creature alive
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| It’s alive… It’s alive… It’s alive! |