This has got to die,
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This has got to stop,
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This has got to lie down,
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Someone else on top.
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You can keep me pinned,
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It's easier to tease,
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But you can't paint an elephant,
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Quite as good as she.
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And she may cry like a baby,
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And she may drive me crazy
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Cause I am lately lonely.
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So, why'd you have to lie,
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I take it I'm your crutch,
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The pillow in your pillowcase,
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Is easier to touch.
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And when you think you've sinned,
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You fall upon your knees,
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Just see within your picture,
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Just still forget the breeze.
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And she may rise,
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If I sing you down,
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And she may wisely,
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Cling to the ground.
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Cause I am lately horny.
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So why would would she take me thorny
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What's the point of this song? Or even singing?
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You've already gone, why am I clinging?
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Well I could throw it out, and I could live without
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And I could do it all for you
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I could be strong
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Tell me if you want me to lie
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'Cause this has got to die
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This has got to stop,
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This has got to lie down,
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Someone else on top.
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(?)
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Well you can both keep me pinned
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Cause it's easier to tease
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But you can't make me happy
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Quit as good as me.
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When you know that's a lie.
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The Blower's Daughter part two
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Damien Rice |