| Stay by me, stay by me
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| You are the one, my only true love
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| The butcher bird makes it’s noise
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| And it asks you to agree
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| With it’s brutal nesting habits
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| And it’s pointless savagery
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| Now, the nightingale, it sings to you
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| And it raises up the ante
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| I put one hand on your round ripe heart
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| And the other down your panties
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| Everything is falling, dear
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| Everything is wrong
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| It’s just history repeating itself
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| And babe, babe, you turn me on
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| Like a light bulb, babe, like a song
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| Well, you race naked through the wilderness
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| And you torment the birds and the bees
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| And you leapt into the abyss but find
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| It only goes up to your knees
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| I move stealthily from tree to tree
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| And I shadow you for hours
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| I make like I’m a little deer
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| Grazing on the flowers
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| Everything is collapsing, dear
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| All moral sense has gone
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| And it’s just history repeating itself
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| And babe, babe, you turn me on
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| Like an idea, babe, like an Atom bomb
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| We stand awed inside a clearing
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| We do not make a sound
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| The crimson snow falls all about
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| Carpeting the ground
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| 'Cause everything is falling, dear
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| All rhyme and reason gone
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| It’s just history repeating itself
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| And babe, babe, you turn me on
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| Like an idea, babe, like an Atom bomb |