A butchers grin from ear to ear
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No one outside who can hear
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Don't you think your time has come
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- I hear -
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Powders melt inside the cup
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Don't you think she's drunk too much
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Touch the lips that blueish cold
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She's not too old
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Turn the gas on high speed
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Shut the windows tightly
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Wrap the babies safe and warm
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- I hear -
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Pull the wings off lightly
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Break the bones politely
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Don't you think the time has come
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To raise the line
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A sweethearts sharpened kiss
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Twenty-four marks on her breast
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A lover gasp rings through the might
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- I hear -
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Pull the wings off lightly
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Break the bones politely
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Don't you think the time has come
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- I hear -
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Powders melt inside the cups
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Don't you think she's drunk too much
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Touch the lips that blueish cold
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She's not too old
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Blueish eyes through the earth stare
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Frozen face without a care
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Another chance to raise the line
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- I hear -
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I Hear
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Medicine |