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I was a troubled teen |
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Who put adverts in a magazine |
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To the annoyance of my imaginary lover |
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Well she questioned my integrity |
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And this is what she said to me |
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She said oh, you, you're green |
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You don't know what love means |
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Oh let me tell you |
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She said it tickles you pink, oh yeah |
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But it likes to hear you scream |
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Fire and damnation, lamentations |
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For the likes of you |
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When she goes, just let her go |
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If she says she's going |
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Just make sure she goes |
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Make sure she goes |
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I was a troubled teen |
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Untroubled only in my daydreams |
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To the annoyance of somebody or other |
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Oh well, they doubted my philosophy |
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And this is what they said to me |
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Oh, you, you'll soon be up where you belong |
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But it's only blood from broken hearts that writes the words to every song |
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Oh a beatific smile |
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For the fawners and the servants |
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Oh but I, only I, only I |
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I can see the serpents |
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Oh, you, you're green |
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You don't know what love means |
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Well let me tell you |
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It tickles you pink, oh yeah |
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But it likes to hear you scream |
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Fire and damnation, lamentations |
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For the likes of you |
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When she goes, just let her go |
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If she says she's going |
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Just make sure she goes, make sure she goes |
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When she goes |
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You just let her go |
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If she says she's going |
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Make sure she goes, make sure she goes |
