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Madame Morse |
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Estate Stood five hundred years |
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Painted black by love |
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Bathed in widows' tears |
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She had a maid |
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The maid remained to tend her |
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She tied and drowned her |
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When she caught her in bed with her gardener |
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But she loves him (yeah yeah) |
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She loves him (yeah yeah) |
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And how she loves that estate |
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Estate, estate... |
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She wouldn't concede out of vanity that |
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Her servant would ever |
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Find her love |
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Her reflection would cry |
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Down in the lake where she threw the |
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Corpse for all time |
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Oh, madame, sad is this estate |
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Love blew the roof of your estate |
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Madame, mad mad love |
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Madame, cheer up! |
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Madame Morse |
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Estate Fell one summer's day |
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Rolling down to the water |
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Where the madams made pants |
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To her mother, she loves her |
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She loves her |
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Oh, and how she loves her (yeah yeah) |
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And how she loves that estate |
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She wouldn't concede out of vanity that |
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Her servant would ever |
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Find her love |
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Her reflection would cry |
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Down in the lake where she threw the |
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Corpse for all time |
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Oh, madame, sad is this estate |
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Love blew the roof of your estate |
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Madame, mad mad love |
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Madame, mad mad love |
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Madame, or love that's mad? |
