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Don't go to bed if you know that something's waiting |
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to grab you in the night and throttle hope from your heart. |
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Don't close your eyes if the ills are fornicating |
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and conceiving of an evil to break you from the start. |
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No, stay and play with me. |
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We'll lock it down and sleep outside, |
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our heads on shoulders. |
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Okay? That's how it be; |
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that's what our love is, |
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and will hold us til we're older. |
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Don't go indoors if the walls that are waiting |
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have a way of hindering healing laughter in your chest. |
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And don't try to speak any words of how you're hating |
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when the song of how you're loving is always best. |
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No, stay and play with me. |
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We'll lock it down and sleep outside, |
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our heads on shoulders. |
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Okay? That's how it be; |
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that's what our love is, |
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and will hold us til we're older. |
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I believe these are end times. |
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Wouldn't it be best to be together then? |
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The smell of your box on my mustache |
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or a crossword on our mind. |
