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If I know my angels, I know what they'd say. |
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Be still my little butcher boy, you'll give us all away. |
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Be still you wretched little freak, give us room to move. |
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Give us milk, you little pig, we'll tell you when we're through. |
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My love is like a mountain, her mouth is like a mine. |
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Incubating diamonds, as we rise and shine, shine. |
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Rolling over granite, there's a smell like cloves and clay. |
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And if I know my angels, they'll take it all away. |
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Can you get it? |
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Now I've sold my bread, to keep my spirits high. |
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To keep some taste on my tongue, and my feelings dry. |
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They'll have their fun and leave me, I'm like a stone without a weight. |
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But if I know my angels, I'll fall just like a cane. |
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I can't get it. |