| I lay my black heart on the table
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| And it just may make itself at home
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| Cut short the cord length on the phone
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| Your smoke alarms and barred windows
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| Can’t save your house, God burn your soul
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| Is my dinner in the oven?
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| Lovebird, you haven’t touched your bread
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| Revenge served cold, breakfast in bed
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| I’ll never touch a hair on your pretty head
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| I want your heart, I want your head
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| Sweetheart, I’d send you up to heaven
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| But you’d eat them out of house and home
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| My tender jewel, my precious pearl
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| My ruby red, my diamond girl
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| String up my kitten by her curls
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| So how’s it feel to know that this is all you’ll ever be my darling?
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| A slight grease fire, accident-prone at home, at home
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| Say we won’t lie to ourselves unlike those bastards you swear
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| Say it to me, we make this bond
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| You and me, you and me
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| Do you want to go to heaven?
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| Come to the light, hang on this arm
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| My good boys, good girls, and good gods
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| The sinking ship, the grand applause
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| You owe it to me, make me this bond
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| You and me, you and me
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| Do you want to go to heaven? |
| (Oh dear, oh dear)
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| And if I show you my dark side
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| Should you meet your malcontent or maybe meet with an accident
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| Good daddies won’t let you die
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| Your awkward steps in unlit hallways
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| We can’t have you swatting for the light
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| Should you meet your malcontent or maybe meet with an accident
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| Good daddies won’t let you die
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| Do you want to go to Heaven?
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| When you’re swatting for the light
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| Should you meet your malcontent or maybe meet with an accident
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| Good daddies won’t let you die
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| I’ll never let you die
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| I’ll never let you die
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| What is born will die
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| What has been gathered will be dispersed
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| What has been accumulated will be exhausted
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| What has been built up will collapse
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| And what has been high will be brought low |