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[ti:A History of Lovers] |
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[ar:Iron and Wine] |
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Louise only got from me innocent poetry |
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Although she played to not listen |
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But still I can hear myself speak as if no one else |
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Ever could offer the same |
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Some say she knowingly tastes like a recipe |
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All those so foolish and willing |
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I said, "Babe, I can picture you bend as if wanting to |
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Bow as the curtain goes down" |
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Cuddle some men, they'll remember you bitterly |
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Fuck 'em, they'll come back for more |
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I asked my Louise, would she leave and so, cripple me |
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Then came a knock at the door |
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I came for my woman, he came with a razor blade |
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Bound like us all for the ocean |
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I hope that she's happy, I'm blamed for the death |
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Of a man who would take her from me |
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Some say they saw in me innocent poetry |
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Some say they'll never be certain |
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But still it's been written, a history of lovers |
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In giving, and taking, and ink |
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Cuddle some men, they'll remember you fittingly |
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Cut 'em, they'll come back for more |
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I asked my Louise, would she leave and so, cripple me |
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Then came the knock at the door |
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Louise came to rescue me, missing the irony |
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Blood made her heart change its beating |
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I hope that she's happy, I'm blamed for the death |
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Of a man she found better than me |
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