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I likes to eat my friends and make no bones about it |
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I likes to eat my friends, I couldn't do without it |
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Ain't a man or poet, friend, I know just how you'll taste |
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Your limbs go sliding down my throat and never go to waste |
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Your death, of course, will sadden me, until I grok your essence |
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I know your life was not in vain when digestion is commencing |
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Consider this a celebration and the deepest pact of friends |
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And I hope that you will dine on me when I come to an end |
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Friends... |
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Even friends may come to you with a new found revelation |
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But think of it as life renewed and not their termination |
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"To know you is to eat you" should be the code of lovers |
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Death brings the highest act of love preserved for one another |
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Friends... |
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People say that what you are is only what you eat |
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And my friends become a part of me, oh well it's then that life's complete |
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To know you is to eat you, the act of love supreme |
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Each one of us inside himself can appetize the dream |
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Friends... |
