I was a lover, before this war
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held up in a luxury suite, behind a well barricaded door
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now that I've cleaned up, gone legit
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I can see clearly: round hole
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round whole, square peg don't fit
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I'm locked in my bedroom, so send back the clowns
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my clone wears a brown shirt, and I seduce him when there's no one around
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mano y mano, on a bed of nails
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bring it on like a storm, till I knock the wind out of his sails
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And we don't make eye contact, when we have run-in's in town
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just a barely polite nod, and nervous stares towards the ground
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I once joined a priest class, plastic, inert
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in a slowdance with commerce
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like a lens up a skirt
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And we liked to party
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and we kept it live
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and we had a three volume tome of contemporary slang
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to keep a handle on all this jive
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Ennui unbridled, let's talk to kill the time
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how many styles did you cycle through before you were mine?
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and it's been a while since we went wild and that's all fine
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but we're sleepwalking through this trial
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and it's really a crime it's really a crime it's really a crime
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it's really criminal
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We're just busy tempting, like fate's on the nod
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running on empty, bourbon and god
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it's been a while since we knew the way
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and it's been even longer since our plastic priest class
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had a goddamned thing to say
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I was a lover before this war
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I Was A Lover
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