Break some bread
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The nights been blessed
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With an never ending nest
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But nonetheless
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End come too soon
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Sweet concubine
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The nights divine
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In an never-ending line
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Of lovers
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end come to soon
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But all the cost
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Both of us
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Without any maybes
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But it must carry us
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To the end too soon
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Ink begins to blot
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My eyes are bloodshot
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Dancing things they wish they had not
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But we both stop
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The end come to soon
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Whose butter-fingers rip me like bread?
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Whose dirty mouth have would have me merry head?
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Whose wholesome heart bobbed down on me?
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We wash your streamers into such herrings
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You skin looked waxen
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In the fading light
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Moved down me, dancing
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Like a sailing kite
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Ooh
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Yeah-o, Yeah-o, Yeah-o, Yeah-o...
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End come soon end come too soon
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End come too soon end come too soon
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End come too soon
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It comes too soon
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It comes too soon
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It comes too soon
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Too soon
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Too soon
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Too soon
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It's too soon...
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The end it comes too soon, too soon, too soon, too soon
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The end it came too soon
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End Come Soon
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Wild Beasts |