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Written by andy summers |
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I likes to eat my friends |
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And make no bones about it |
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I likes to eat my friends |
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I couldn't do without it |
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Ain't a man or poet, friend |
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I know just how you'll taste |
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Your limbs go sliding down my throat |
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And never go to waste |
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Your death of course, will sadden me |
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Until i grok your essence |
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I know your life was not in vain |
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When digestion is commencing |
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Consider this a celebration |
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And the deepest pact of friends |
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And i hope that you will dine on me |
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When i come to an end |
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Even friends may come to you |
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With a new found revelation |
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But think of it as life renewed |
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And not their termination |
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'to know you is to eat you,' |
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Should be the code of lovers |
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Death brings the highest act of love |
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Preserved for one another |
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People say that what you are |
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Is only what you eat |
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And my friends become a part of me |
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Oh it's then that life's complete |
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To know you is to eat you |
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The act of love supreme |
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Each one of us inside himself |
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Can appetise the dream |
