Through a long and sleepless night
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I thought upon the jury's plight
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If what is wrong can feel so right
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Then life's no longer black and white
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It's four o'clock and all's not well
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In my private circle of hell
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I contemplate my navel hair
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And slowly slide into despair
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This rut has fast become a trench
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This smell has turned into the stench
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Of rotten dreams and stale ideals
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The past is snapping at my heels
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Oh Danny Boy the pipes are blocked
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With bedtime blues and future shock
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I know the best is yet to come
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But does it always take this long?
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I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
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But I'll always be the bridegroom and never the bride
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"You deserve to be horse-whipped
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But I've no horse", that joke's so shit
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And whips would only make it worse
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Don't tempt the lonely and perverse
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The casualties of casual sex
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The child of three with X-ray specs
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The common low in self esteem
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The Casanova in your dreams
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I'll scream and scream and scream until
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I've made myself critically ill
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In hospital, in case you're there
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In uniform, intensive care
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I know you'll be the death of me
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But what a cool death that would be
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I'd rather die than be deprived
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Of Wonderbras and thunder thighs
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I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
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But I'll always be the bridegroom and never the bride
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Bored of normality?
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Why not go daft?
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It's easy to do if you try
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Slide right back down that self-confident path
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You've just so laboriously climbed
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Pickle your liver and addle your brain
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Live the Bohemian life
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Die young and penniless somewhere in Spain
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Then again you could try just to live your own life
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In the way that you find most amusing
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I DON'T REALLY CARE!
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I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
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But I will always be the bridegroom and I will never be the bride
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Through A Long And Sleepless Night
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| The Divine Comedy |
