Hey Bacchus
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She hates me
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Hey Bacchus
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She hates me
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The street lamps light are wet old red hook road
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A furry vino tinted slave
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Molten oil painted Brooklyn Brigde
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(Cobblestone grave)
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A lonely blue girl guards the river bed
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She shakes her brown torch at the tide
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On pier six we'd creep and count the cracks
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(Side by side, see, we're counting cracks)
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Your mom was out wearing herself inside
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I'll stop the train to say hello
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A new boyfriend's just bought her this new car
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(I said I know)
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-togetherburn-
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She said burn
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Together
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Burn
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We'll burn together
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Now don't believe she'll never leave again
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I can't forget the words she said back then
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She said burn
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We'll burn together.
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In Praise of Bacchus
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| Type O Negative |
