| Break some bread
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| The night’s been blessed with a neverending-ness
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| But nonetheless
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| End come to soon
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| Sweet concubine
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| The night’s divine in a never ending line
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| Of lovers
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| End come to soon
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| On the cusp
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| The both of us without any maybes but musts
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| That carry us
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| To the end too soon
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| Ink begins to blot
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| My eyes are blood shot, they’ve seen things they wish they have not
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| But it won’t stop
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| The end coming too soon
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| Whose butter fingers read me like braille?
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| Whose dirty mouth would have made Mary hail?
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| Whose wholesome heart had bore down on me?
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| Who ushers dreamers into such harems?
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| Whose skin looked waxen in the failing light?
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| Who down right danced me like a sailing kite?
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| Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh
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| Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh
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| Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh
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| Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh
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| Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh
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| Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh
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| Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh
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| Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh
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| End come too soon
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| End come, too soon
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| End come too soon
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| End come, too soon
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| End come, too soon
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| It comes too soon
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| It comes too soon
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| Too soon, too soon
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| Too soon, too soon
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| It’s too soon, it’s too soon
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| It’s too soon, it’s too soon
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| It’s too soon, it’s too soon
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| It’s too soon, it’s too soon
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| It’s too soon, it’s too soon
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| It’s too soon
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| The end, it comes too soon
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| Too soon, too soon, too soon
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| The end it came and went too soon |