Cupid hath pulled back his sweetheart's bow
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To cast divine arrows into her soul
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To grab her attention swift and quick
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Or morrow the marrow of her bones be thick
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With turpentine kisses and mistaken blows
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See the devil may do as the devil may care
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He loves none sweeter as sweeter the dare
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Her mouth the mischief he doth seek
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Her heart the captive of which he speaks
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So note all ye lovers in love with the sound
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Your world be shattered with nary a note
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Of one cupids arrow under your coat
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And in the land of star crossed lovers
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And barren hearted wanderers
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Forever lost in forsaken missives and satan's pull
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We seek the unseekable and we speak the unspeakable
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Our hopes dead gathering dust to dust
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In faith, in compassion, and in love
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Cupid De Locke
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| Smashing Pumpkins |
